Sometimes writing is like having an enormous lake in your head, and you want to get it out of your head and into a proper place for a lake so other people can come and go swimming and ride jet skis and stuff, except all you have to move the lake is a teaspoon. So you’re just sitting there frantically flinging water out of the lake with your teaspoon and telling people, “Guys, this lake is going to be so cool when it’s done,” but it will never be done. There is so much lake.
I didn’t really expect this to be relatable, but if you wanna reblog, go wild.
Executive dysfunction is like all of your abilities are on cooldown and you’re mashing buttons to try to do anything but your brain is just like “i can’t do that yet. that’s still recharging. i can’t do that yet. that spell isn’t ready yet. that’s still recharging.”
my favorite thing about the contrast between early christianity and ancient greek and roman religion is that the difference in the ways they think and talk about their gods is really similar to the difference between how dog and cat owners talk about their pets
early christians: this is our god he’s omnipotent and omniscient and he is better than all of the other gods greeks: this is our party god dionysus he got into an argument with a bunch of frogs once and we love him
A Cat: *is cat*
Me: Wow. Absolutely outstanding. Look at this. Please everyone please come see.
someone: you were pretty good at that thing, why’d you stop doing it?
me internally: I get extremely anxious when I think about doing something I might possibly succeed at because I base my self-worth on my achievements and other people’s approval, I am afraid because I know I will never be able to live up to my own unrealistic expectations, I hate making mistakes because they make me feel worthless, I take negative feedback too personally, I feel immense guilt over not doing things that I’ve been avoiding which just makes me avoid them more, I feel ashamed and inadequate due to how difficult it is for me to stay committed to anything, I’m worried that I’ll just end up disappointing myself and the entire world, and I am convinced that if I failed I would literally die.
me externally: idk i guess i’ve just been kinda busy lol
you: “politically correct”
me, an intellectual: treating other people with basic human decency
you know what i don’t get? when like, people write romance stories where two characters are so in love w each other its all magnetism, but they? don’t even have fun together? or are even nice to each other sometimes?
“our love could level a thousand mountains and conquer a million cities”
starry-eyed 