angelic~worm˚.✧ ༘

Humans have always shared what they make. We read poems aloud. We pass around books. We hang paintings. We sing in rooms full of people. We tell stories beside fires, at dinner tables, online, in letters, in journals someone might one day find. Art has always had a communal pulse. Sometimes posting is not about accolades at all. Sometimes it’s accountability. Sometimes it’s archive. Sometimes it’s connection. Sometimes it’s the joy of letting something you made leave your hands and find the people it was meant to find. I have always said: create because you love it, not because you want to be loved for it. But the problem isn’t sharing; the problem is when visibility becomes the only reason you create. Enjoying your own creativity and wanting to share it with others are not opposites. Being proud of what you make is not the same thing as performing. Let people make privately. Let people make loudly. Let people be witnessed without assuming their joy is insincere.

Ginger Snaps (2000)