Been dealing with a lot of offline emergencies in addition to it being the anniversary of my father’s death. Spring cleaning today so I can unload some assets. Ended up unearthing this and felt like it could help anyone going through it lately.
YES
Tumblr post by user novelconcepts: “Hey, man, c'mere. Listen. Get in real close, this is important. You're gonna make stuff again. You're gonna make stuff you're proud of. You're gonna make stuff you're excited to share. You're going to feel that overwhelming drive to create, not just the frantic I want to want to you're stuck in now. You're going to have awesome ideas, and you're going to make them into reality. You're going to create again. You're still an artist. You're still a writer. You're still home to the same passion you had before. You'll find it again. It's not gone. It's just resting. Let it rest. You're going to make stuff again. I promise.”
God, I hope this is true
Bluey is a very good show to relax with.
We Have Enough Dead Friends By Lena Oleanderson Come over. The doors are open, my flat's a mess and so is my heart but the doors are always open. Come over. I will make soup, probably from frozen but the important thing is we will both eat. You don't have to be dying, but if you are, or you feel like you are, or if living's been hard, call me, and I will show up. It doesn't have to be that bad, it doesn't have to be bad at all, but if it is, please call. Do you want me to do the groceries? Do you want me to mop the floors? Do you need to be held; you don't have to be dying to be held. If you want me to be there, I want to. I'm on the bathroom floor again, and breathing is hard, and eating's been hard, and sleeping, the world is a laden thing rolling around on my chest lately. Just being alive is heavy tonight, but we have enough dead friends. Come over.
I don't think I've come across a poem that taps into my ethos when it comes to navigating queer community within the context of a hostile world as much as "We Have Enough Dead Friends" by Lena Oleanderson.
I strive to make my home a sanctuary where other faggots feel safe and cared for.
The Post-Self series by Madison Rye Progress!
I miss little microelectronic toys like Tamagotchi. They felt magical as a kid.
This is so adorable!
Oh my goodness, this looks incredible!
Welp. No MFF room in the lottery for me.
I'd like to get at least one break this year.
That sounds like a wonderful idea.
Today, I ended up going to urgent care for a bruised rib, and my wife ended up going entirely separately for a broken toe.
I would really like today to be over now.
YEAH
Just give them apples?
This is so cute!
For at least two years, @kjatar.bsky.social has been poking me to play Outer Wilds. I finally started playing it last week.
I just finished the base game. Words can't describe the experience that was.
Yaaaay! Congratulations!
I started HRT 10 years ago today. Hard to believe it's been that long; it's been one of the best decisions of my life.
My pre-transition self would be amazed at who and where I am now.
This is the big feeling I take away from furry conventions, every time
I'm camping with friends this week, and it's really reminded me how much I've needed this. I've been dealing with Heavy Shit continously since January, and it's been wonderful to reconnect with those close to me and remember what I need this week.
So cuuuute!
Skunks...
Please don't die Mae D:
Yeah yeah yeah!
Fanart | Freya and Dragon Dancers - FFIX
I love Freya and her race 💕
In case any of my fellow creatives also needed this reminder:
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Aaaaah! So cute!
Aaaaah congratulations!!!
