Ironed Orchids

Person 1: adhd is RUINING my life I was doing some sexy stuff with this guy and I went outside the room as some sort of power play. and. I forgof [typo as it is in the image]

Person 1: I forgot him

Person 1: I forgot him in the other room

Person 2: What

You're only supposed to put food down the disposal. It gets ground up and goes down the pipes. I guess the main pipes (standpipes) are big? I don't know. You can't put things like large lettuce leaves (it just makes a mess) or things that are really hard (melon rinds, corn cobs) down it, either. I've heard that plumbers hate them, but I'm not a plumber.

You're only supposed to put food down the disposal. It gets ground up and goes down the pipes. I guess the main pipes (standpipes) are big? I don't know. You can't put things like large lettuce leaves (it just makes a mess) or things that are really hard (melon rinds, corn cobs) down it, either. I've heard that plumbers hate them, but I'm not a plumber.

there will always be someone who finds fault in your work. there will be people who read the messages on it wrong. there will be people who will take every compelling aspect about your work off of it so they can put in their own.

you cannot make art for these people.

you will never write a story that is free from criticism. you will never draw a piece that everyone finds appealing. you will never compose a song that everyone enjoys hearing. you cannot, fundamentally, set out to create something and only think of how you can avoid someone not liking it.

because, and this is key, there will be someone who sees every angle of your story and feels its intent in their heart and gushes to their friends about it. you will draw someone's favorite art and they will make it their phone wallpaper because they want to see it every day. someone will fall in love with your song and loop it on their way to work because it gets them through the day. and THOSE are the people your work is for. THOSE are the people you have to care about, because they love what you make for what it is - because it's itself.

if you set out to create something and file off every sharp edge, prune every thorn, you will be left with something fragile and weak, and it will be fragile and weak for the sake of someone who does not exist but that you were scared of anyway.

Quenda

Location: Perth, Western Australia

As I’ve said before, your Tumblr is one of my favorite accounts. Sending lots of love and good vibes. 💝💐

Hi! It’s a horribly dry and hot summer, I've been giving the llamas hazel branches to eat because there's hardly any grass left in their pasture - but we're okay and have no fires where I live. Though we did smell them—the fires are 350 km away and last weekend we could see and smell the smoke here...

The local firemen had to issue a message asking people to stop calling them about the smoke and the smell because the fires are nowhere near us.