No

…. I’m pretty sure this never went away as a concept my friend.

I say this from the wealth of pop songs on heartache and such.

Also because I am one of many young people who have an Ex that they would gladly welcome back if things would work out for us that way. What are you supposed to do when the one person you fall in love with realizes they’re Aro and can’t love you in return the way you need to be loved? I didn’t stop loving them. Doubt I ever will. But they can’t love me the way I love them. I’m ok with that. I can love them from afar, because to see their happiness for me is enough. To know that they are well is enough of a balm on my wounded heart to try again with someone else, even if a part of my heart will always have belonged to them.

I will say though, there’s a terrifying influx of people who don’t know how to be content with not having what they want, especially young men of the Andrew Tate listening variety. And I think that is perhaps one of the many off shooting roots of this problem connected to a much larger one at the center.

I think it would do good to modern teenagers to be re-introduced to the idea of unrequited love. Like yes, you're wildly in love with this person who doesn't like you, or if you already bungled it, might actually be actively repulsed by you since you unintentionally creeped them out. And it's painful and tragic and it hurts. That happens sometimes. So what can you do? Honestly nothing, other than to mope about it and suffer through it like it's a long, hard bout of illness that takes months or even years to recover from.

And I think kids should be taught that this isn't just fine and normal, but that you totally can - and actually should - romanticise it. Because since there's nothing else you can do about that sort of thing, you might as well have fun having it. You do get to be the the Tragic Suffering Protagonist about it. It's a beautiful, keen and unique sort of pain that is your own personal tragedy and 100% a you problem.

The idea that the only acceptable outcome of falling in love with someone is a relationship with the object of that desire is genuinely dangerous. The idea that the only way to a happily ever after is to "win them over", get out of the friend zone, finally do some feat that'll impress them or prove your worth and finally get the girl. That's not how it works, that's not how any of this works.

Moping isn't inherently bad for you. Okay of course it's possible to spend too much time wallowing in self-pity, but it's good for you to indulge in it as needed. The difference between poison and medicine is dosage, and everyone is allowed to have a little bit of small personal tragedy sometimes, as a treat. You have to do it sometimes just to get it out of your system, be sad about something for long enough to simply get bored of that, and go do something else.

And not to get "A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down" stuck in your head, but sometimes that's the key to it. If the only way to go through something is to suffer through it, might as well make it sweet. Sometimes you just gotta be like "I love her and her happiness means more to me than my own, and she does not want me, so therefore I must do this Noble Sacrifice and suffer in silence and simply let her be happy without me" for like six months or a year until you're done being like that and over with it.

I don't know who the fuck thought it was a good idea to instead teach kids that the only acceptable thing to do is to keep bothering the person you like until they give in in and let you out of the ~friend zone~ and you win. That's just not healthy or helpful for anyone involved.

I now know how to describe my dog when he sprints inside the house because the grass is wet and he doesn’t like having wet feet

Ploop ploop ploop

I have a really really old one that I’m gonna add because it’s also beautiful and y’all deserve to see every beautiful sunset that life has to offer. (Sorry not sorry I’m a hell of a sappy little dryad creature, deal with it.)

Here ya go. I was little so I had to ask my mom to take the photo for me cause I didn’t own a phone at the time. (I was like maybe 9 at the time.)

okay i need everyone to see the fucking sunset i just took two pictures of

I just think if we had public transportation and compact cities like Europe where most transportation is quick and public or on foot we would be a lot healthier, happier, connected, and we would use less fuel and less people would die due to car accidents.

Well I wasn’t gonna bother you since you asked me to wake you up when September ends :/

I’ve been waiting a year to post this

A work in progress of mermaid nrmt.

My shoulders hurt.

I made a brush specifically for scale textures because I got that fed up trying to texture by hand. Hopefully I decide to finish this one.

Probably because management positions, while they give you power over people, further remove you from the craft, and usually when you go to work and enjoy it it’s because of the craft and isn’t consistently the people who make it enjoyable. They can, dgmw, but if I’m working as a potter I don’t want to run the studio because then I’m not on the potting wheel. If I’m a carpenter, I’m not going to want to want our sales like a hawk; I wanna be carving wood and making things people need.

Also, people can make shit out of boredom. It doesn’t need to be ambitious to exist.

Who exactly managed to record the inside of my brain during an exam???

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No, that’s usually the one time I am mad about it. I’m patient with everything else but phones and just not checking your blindspots are my driving pet peeves. I’ll live with everything else.

Put it down. You’re driving babes. Phone is off limits, I promise you will live. Please check the lane next to you before you try to merge and run me off the fucking road, (this has happened actually I wish I was joking, worse, it was a service van and the dude didn’t even stop after nearly killing me), I would rather there be a body to find when I die and not an assorted metal chocolate box of mangled pieces of flesh, thanks.

Ideally, I wouldn’t be anywhere near a moving metal death trap when I die. That’d be real nice. But if I do, I want to be buried under a tree.