does anyone understand
you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out
something i wish i had realized earlier: you can write poems on the same subject more than once. you can write, paint, draw the same thing over and over if you want to. you can spend your whole life making art about oranges. i think i always felt this pressure to get it right the first time like i couldn’t go back and use that inspiration again. but you can. you can go back and revisit it. you can pick up the conversation again and again if you have more to say.
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kurt vonnegut, being good at things is not the point of doing them.
“do you write for work or just for fun” none of the above. this activity is neither profitable nor enjoyable
cool self isolation bro now what if the people you’re hiding from truly love you and want to care for you
Thoughts on being aroace