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— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Language of the Night

Things gotten this bad, frank 🤨

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chance of your mom being the person you got into a ship war with is not zero.

Don't make promises you can't keep...✍🏽

and don't forget to stay silly

Announcing a Ballykissangel fic fest for the holiday season! If any of these prompts spark your imagination, please do write something and share the comfort & joy! (Peter & Assumpta deserve it, now don't they? 😉)

You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.