can’t trust anyone who criticises the mamma mia movie. like wtf are you even criticising. the plot?? the characterisation?? my brother in christ they put meryl streep, colin firth and amanda seyfried on an island, got them drunk and asked them to sing abba songs in the campest way possible that’s LITERALLY. IT. by this point you have to just assume that you’re the problem.

ah jeez, i’m unfollowing him now. i had no idea he was picking up the field mice and bopping them all on the head

okay let's settle this like adults. *starts crying in front of you*

The Conference of the Birds, Persian Manuscript, circa 1600; Safavid Iran (Isfahan)

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

literally everybody who has ever been kind to me has made me kinder in return

Anastasiya Valiulina

making bad art and dressing weirdly and collecting random things and listening to silly music is actually so important

no more slut shaming. only. slut honoring

your twenties are about realising you’re not and simply aren’t going to be dazzlingly cool the way you wanted to be and tried to be in your teenage years, that you’ll never be that image you tried to chisel yourself into—but that you have grown quite accidentally and organically cool in an entirely new way and you don’t mind the unexpectedness of it. not at all

people who are like “i’m hot and mean” and that’s their personality. i love that for you but please stay away from me

— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

do you celebrate valentines day?

What the Living Do, Marie Howe

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“I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.”

— Epiphany