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Listen. Do it for the aesthetic. If you want to fill an entire 20 dollar sketchbook with anatomy drawings fucling do it. If you wanna get lost in the woods and come stumbling home with a bag of dried mushrooms and bones you go goblin dude. You aren't alive to go to work and hurt!! You're alive because bumblebees bump into little flowers and dandelions only open up in the sun! You're alive because cats purr when you pet them and coffee keeps you up all night!! Do everything for the aesthetic!!

why isn’t anyone obsessed with me and confessing their love for me and giving me attention

no one wants to hear it but love is earned after the initial infatuation. commitment is something u both mutually agree to and then from there it’s work. it’s not work like it’s a chore it’s jus work like it takes effort. to get good at these things takes practice. it takes practice to learn to communicate better and it takes practice to learn to love each other in the ways u need to be loved.

Worth the read my oh my

i saw the words “ur not the first person in your lineage to be queer” and it’s rocking me to my core. how many generations down the line did one of my ancestors feel the way i did, feel differently than i did and so damn queerly it was a crime? how many of us were there? did they have hope? did they find peace? i don’t know. at the very least, maybe i am proof their identity was never wasted. reincarnated.

the way howl was so distressed when he said “sophie, sophie, you’re beautiful!” when sophie said she’d never been pretty—because she’d always been considered a plain girl, someone who didn’t fit the convetional standards of beauty, and she had accepted it and believed it—.... he couldn’t believe that there was ever a way anyone, including herself, thought sophie wasn’t beautiful and he was so shocked she thought that way about herself.. it was like a few second moment but wow it was so telling

and it’s not like there was a time howl ever thought sophie wasn’t beautiful! it didn’t matter whether she was cursed, or looked old and frail, or had grey hair, or had brown hair! she didn’t have to have an ornate dress or makeup or anything of the sort for him to consider her beautiful. he loved her no matter what because he loved her for being who she was, for being sophie! he was so surprised when he learned that sophie didn’t see herself the way he did. i think it’s funny how howl himself said, “what’s the point of living if you’re not beautiful?” in reference to himself—despite the fact he was being melodramatic, i think this shows that everyone is unconsciouslly holding themself to a standard of beauty of which we are or aren’t holding others. we’re always harder on ourselves. in a similiar fashion to how howl was confused as to how sophie ever thought she wasn’t pretty, sophie was surprised by how howl was acting out because his hair was dyed a different color, because it never once occured to sophie that howl wasn’t beautiful. he was the epitome of pretty! and so was sophie, in howl’s eyes! it didn’t matter if either of them were “pretty” to the other, because time and time again they showed that they were in love with each other because of who they were at heart! and that they loved their friends—whether it was mr. turniphead, or the witch of the waste—not because of what they looked like, but because of how kind and gentle their hearts were. all that really mattered to them was loving others because they were kind.

[9:37 a.m.] you wake up and realize you’re late for your appointment and start rushing to the door. joshua, as organized as ever, is sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee as you rush towards the door. “wait wait wait”  he calls, and you turn. “coffee.” you groan in appreciation as he hands you the to-go cup. “bye.” you say, and he grabs your wrist. “you’re not leaving without kissing me.” lightly, he takes your face in his hands and presses a gentle kiss to your lips. “love you.” he says, a smile spreading on his face, and as you walk out the door, you wish you could spend the entire morning with him.