“Or was my rage my mother’s? Or her mother’s? Or hers? An inherited creature?”— Letter to My Rage: An Evolution, by Lidia Yuknavitch
toxic mothers are wild they’ll really be like “I never said that” like ma'am yes you did cause it’s been ingrained in my head since I was twelve
LOVE IS THE WHOLE POINT. OF IT ALL
GOD I just want to be CREATIVE but all my energy is being used to survive
this pandemic will end and you’ll claim the window seat in your favorite cafe, stand in a crowd at a concert, visit a museum and make crappy art in the park. sometimes things feel like they’ll go on forever, sometimes bad things feel heavier than good things, sometimes life feels like it’s slowing down and all you’re doing is waiting for the full stop— but just because this hopelessness is all that you’re feeling right now, doesn’t mean that it’s all there is. there’s always more and you will experience that, and you will feel alive again.
Richard Savoie.
NO MORE NEGATIVE SELF TALK. I AM CRAZY AND THATS COOL AND SEXY OF ME
A few pages from the thing I’m (extremely slowly) working on.
i think……..one of the many problems in how sex is perceived in society is that we seem to think its this isolated “skill” like people are very anxious about getting experience or practice or whatever wrt sex but that’s not really how it works, it’s fundamentally an expression, a conversation; two-sided, subjective, situational, and figuring out what works for everyone involved, as opposed to being just another objective talent to master for all situations as if its one-size-fits-all without consideration to your specific partner