I get my media recommendations the old fashioned way: by watching someone I follow on here go on an unhinged reblog spree of media related content until I eventually decide to go "alright, what's all this then"

are u ever sick w longing. and i don't just mean romantic longing. i mean longing for a place you barely get to see, longing for friends you no longer have, longing for feelings you might have left behind in your childhood, longing for creativity, longing for a rich and more expansive life, longing for less inhibition. longing for more passion. longing for ur life to be so incandescent w something it thaws all the frost in ur bones. are u ever so consumed w it it rends ur heart in two. do u understand me

this is not just "look out the window and sigh" longing. i'm talking you're at the grocery store and you're suddenly hit w a wave of grief bc you don't have it. you don't have whatever it is you ache so badly to have. you go about your everyday life and yet it throbs under your skin moment by moment, almost as though it has a life of its own. that's the kind of longing i mean.

Fun fact I learned recently: Lake Superior is roughly the size of England.

you know what? i actually fucking love being a writer. truly. i adore it. doesn’t matter if my stuff is good enough for others. i literally have the ability to create ANY fucking story i want to read.

if i can’t find a story with a specific kink or dynamics? i can write it myself.

if i want my characters to look or sound a certain way and no one else likes/writes it? i can write it myself.

and the coolest thing is that no matter what i write, i will still find at least one person who has been looking for exact same thing and we will enjoy it together.

writing is so fucking badass.

sending so much love to everyone who feels like they’re never chosen as the best friend, as the partner, as the favorite. sending love to all of you who have been treated and felt like second best. sending love to all of you who have felt rejected and unwanted. to all of you who have had to try really hard to fit in because you felt like you never will. 

you are so loved. you will be seen and heard by the right people. you can trust that you are valuable and not defined by other people’s perceptions of you. if someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

For everyone who needs to hear this today.

If someone doesn’t see your worth, it doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

take figures out of their boxes btw. sew patches on your favorite jacket. go to bed with your favorite plushes. wear the pants you usually save for special occasions. draw something cool on your wall. put a sticker on your laptop. dye your hair and pierce your lips. glass is meant to break, metal is meant to rust. items are meant to be used. that's how the world knows that somebody loved them.

When my aunt died of covid, we had to clean out a lot of stuff that she was saving. Foods she was going to try, she was a great chef, spices she'd never opened or only used sparingly, lotions and bath things she hadn't used. After she died I started making a point of using things up: the good vanilla that has to be imported, that we finally found more of, we'd used barely an ounce before she passed away. Even though we love it. I just got my family new bottles of it for Christmas because we used one up. We enjoyed that happiness. Sometimes I still get the impulse to wait for something special, or awful, to save nice things for celebration or comfort. The phrase that always echoes in my mind is "use the good vanilla". And I have been (burning the candles, squirting the body wash, dissolving the bath bombs, putting the saffron in things). And it's been great. Use the good vanilla.

So, I'm back?

Hey all! Without meaning to, I took a little hiatus from tumblr...well, more than a little one, I suppose. I don't really have a good reason for it other than we're renovating the library that I work at, and things have been crazy and I haven't wanted to spend much time online that wasn't meaningless scrolling, which isn't a great excuse, as excuses go, but it's what I've got. The renovation project is still ongoing, but we've recently reopened the children's section (where I work) and it looks beautiful and I am exhausted and stressed but hopefully will be less stressed in the future.

I haven't been doing a ton of writing but I've been reading a lot and watching All Creatures Great and Small and Only Murders in the building and I don't have much else to say other than I miss you all and I hope to be around more in the future!

Reblogging with proof of renovation, our ADORABLE new playhouse space, the kids are losing their minds over it, they love it so much!

i don't know where it got lost but love doesn't have to be lizzie and darcy you know? with the fighting and earning each other's respect, love can be like jane and bingley where it exists from the start you know? some times you do have to fight the love of your life for them to become the love of your life but sometimes love is just soft from the beginning, don't let yourself be fooled that love has to be hard and it has to be earned

Impeccable tags by @yearningfor-pemberley

Leave the first sentence of a fic in my askbox and i will write the next five.

This prompt meme was made by someone else but my post archives are massive, so….

I created a link for a gofundme happening right now to ensure Period Care reaches folks who need it in Sudan, and I will re-post this here for folks who can share and/or support:

This link here will lead you to this post of where you can support/send funds so that period care reaches those who need it in [Palestine] and other areas as well.

One Million Sustainable Pads Campaign [Sudan]

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