I always assume the train will be so boring and I bring seven things to do but then I'm entranced by the wonderful window the entire time

imagine being éowyn in the lord of the rings trilogy. your uncle the king is being mind controlled by an evil wizard until said evil wizard's cooler version shows up and frees him. he is accompanied by an elf, a dwarf, and the hottest guy you've ever met. the hot guy also happens to be 87 years old and maybe still not over his immortal elf girlfriend but he respects and listens to you so you're shooting your shot. your geriatric hotguy situationship turns you down the night before the biggest battle ever then goes ghost hunting in the mountains. you decide to go to battle because you'll either help save your people or die in a really cool and honorable way. you then kill middle earth satan's number one henchman with the power of loophole and being a woman (you are also helped in doing this by a 4 foot tall stoner). then you get to marry faramir. 10/10 no notes my girl went through it all

sometimes being a fan of something means not wanting them to make any more of it

"I learned a lot from making this" is artist talk for "making this sucked ass and I'm not entirely happy with the result."

the belief i have in my ability to carry any amount of stuff home if i am equipped with my backpack and two reusable totes is hubristic to a degree that the achaeans fighting at troy could only have dreamed of

I literally cannot overstate how important creative hobbies are when dealing with mental illness. If you can’t draw, there are coloring books. If you can’t write a novel, you can write in short journaling bursts. If you can’t sing in the shower, you can listen to music. Sometimes with mental illness it feels like we have this dark presence inside of us that is bumping around in our brain and organs, causing problems. It helps immensely to let it out.

'not dishwasher safe' don't care i'm crazy. i'd put the holy grail in that thing

does it ever stop feeling like a moral failing

I'm trying to take the high road but I'm like, dragging myself bleeding and sobbing along the high road while looking so so longingly at the low road

and speaking of me2 i think that everyone in that game was tens of thousands of degrees too chill about everything. like hey shepard remember when you floated out into the cold and ruthless maw of vacuum and felt all the fire that was You be snuffed out into nothing. lol welcome back. ye youre literally falling apart at the seams. yeah that's not skin under those scars dont worry abt it lol. lol hey shep have you ever thought about how much of a ship has to be replaced for it to be the same ship lol like whattt. anyways here's your new ship it looks just like the old one but there are doors where there weren't before and echoes run through the too-big halls and nobody is there anymore haha. working under the cerberus flag makes your skin crawl but at least you have more freedom!! finally free of the organisation that uses your life as a means to someone else's end!!! aren't second chances great :)

Imagining a scene is free. Writing it costs my entire lifespan