say basta to self-hate, eat pasta and turn your fate.

You learn so much about someone just by listening to how and what they sing to themselves when they think nobody hears.

And don’t forget:

Your own cruelty bleeds you dry when you bring it against yourself, and it multiplies when you raise it against others; your own kindness exponentiates even when you subject only yourself to it, and reaches beyond where you even care to look.

Some songs have lyrics that are so fucking dumb but the beat is so beyond absolutely niiiiiiice that you have to square up, grit your teeth, ignore the pure lunacy that’s going on in any vocal part and mhmmmmmm ohhhhh what a rhythm, what melody, hecking yeeeahhhh.

hey, how long does it take before the forest god comes to get you after you leave a strand of your hair and a fresh loaf of bread in a mushroom circle by the lake? asking for a fr

When an intergalactic mission reaches a critical point that threatens the life of the crew, when all is hopeless, and no other option is in sight, the captain of the crew must – if the crew includes a “human” – activate the WT protocol.

This measure should only be used in extreme circumstances, as its consequences are, despite impressive effectiveness, destructive and highly unpredictable.

If, however, the crew’s life and wellbeing are in danger, then the captain should turn to the “human” and clearly speak the following words:

“This is it. We will die here. There is no way out of this.”

The “human” will immediately direct their attention to their captain. Their answer should approximately be: “There’s always a way”, or “I’ll find something.”

It is crucial, then, that the captain performs the next sentence with as much condescension as can be mustered. They must look at the “human”, and say:

“What can a weak human like you even do?”

Immediately, distance must be brought between the remaining crew and the “human”. The protocol, if successfully initiated, will begin with a show of the “human’s” teeth in something called a “grin”, and the protocol words:

“Watch this.”

at this point, cats will either save or kill all of humanity in the future, and honestly? honestly? just surprise me.

Never mess with someone who wears any kind of braid in their hair. They are patient, they are skilled, and they all have eyes in the back of their head.

Mood: going through your writing at the end of a long day, the moon bright outside, cup of tea in hand, finding more comfort in words than in the cosiest blanket (the blanket helps, nevertheless)

I’ve had this ask in my inbox for more than a week, but it doesn’t look like I’ll be finding a non-overwhelmed reply anytime soon, so I’ll answer like this.

I want to say –

– it’s words like these that can mean the world. It doesn’t matter how insignificant you think they are. They arrive at a creator’s physical and mental address, always do.

– it’s words like these that artists, writers, creators think about before bed, during the darkest and most own-work-hating hours, when no line or word or anything seems in place.

– I personally think that if a creative work makes you feel or think something, it’s amazing. If it manages to do both, it’s brilliant. And when the creator receives feedback on what their work did to someone else?

It feels as if, for that little precious moment, the world is alright and your work shakes the universe at least once – and a tiny bit wonderful, even.

Art can be a catalyst for pain, but pain is not a requirement of being an artist.