Joesph Stalin was a foxy grandpa

being in love with the process and not the results is one of the healthiest things in the world

in this same vein: being proud of yourself for the work and not the product brings so much more happiness 

Nope I’m reblogging this again because I can’t stop thinking about how similar this sentiment is to Zen, Be Here Now kind of thing. Grounding yourself in the felt, physical moment instead of the imaginary perceived future. Now is all we have. Have fun painting.

Bestie I can feel rejected by things you wouldn’t even think of

You will get farther in one week paying close, nonjudgmental attention to the unmet needs underlying your "bad" behavior than you will in a year of punishing yourself and demanding you become a different person. I'm right shut up.

and THEN she’s like, a novel is also a carrier bag. there’s the Hero’s story, sure, but there’s room enough in fiction for every experience, for every little thing, and it’s that other story, the life story, that she seeks……. o|-<

turns out the entire essay is online (thanks, Anarchist Library) and i really can’t recommend it enough

*slaps novel on the hood* this bad boy can fit so many facets of human experience in it

Sweet mother, I cannot weave – grain-giving Demeter has overcome me with longing for a fresh, warm roll.

Horribly abusing the "save me" format it's just applicable to everything

its nothing some ibuprofen and a blunt and 5 beers and a head injury and jacking off and killing myself cant fix

the lobotomy was a failure. tgey trued to scoop that thang out and it bit them cause it lovesme too much to leave

Doctors prescribing SSRIS are like “you just haven’t found the right strain yet bruh”

patron saint of one-way trips and other journeys from which you can never return

i hope my unwashed hair and deer in headlights type stare has captivated you