Stoked for my move to Portland, Disneyland plans back on, dinner with Platonic Sweetheart #2, and scheming up new art/ accessories. ;-)
Speaking of which, we need new Platonic Sweetheart pins. Don’t ever want them to die out. ♥
For the first time in a long time, i miss blogging outside of Tumblr. There are certain types of content that work better here. And certain types of content work better on static posts rather than a dash.
Need to get back to art blogging, book smelling, recipes, and film reviews.
Writing is power and therapy.
i am my own hero
Art is the best lover i’ve ever had. We’re on this bumpy road together and everything else pales in comparison.
Working all day to support yourself and further your goals is self care. But taking a five minute break to stick your head between your knees and breathe or take an hour to kill zombies is also self care.
Need someone who can keep up with me. Powerhouse babes are hard to find.
So so so important to be your own best friend and your own lover. Take yourself on dates. Shower yourself with love and attention.
Nourish your body and your mind. Do silly shit for fun’s sake. <3
Someone you can talk to in the middle of the night when you feel like jumping off a bridge, that can make you smile.
People who understand and cherish your sense of humor.
Friends that like to go new places. The more road trips the better!
Good health and access to healthcare.
Ability to create as therapy.
Enjoying the simple pleasures and moments of intense gratitude.
A home to go back to, rent free, should you fuck up.
Going long stretches of time without creating feels something worse than constipation. Pressure buildup, depression, organs making way, skin stretching, splotchy, off kilter. As if someone sewed your asshole up. Can’t create. Shit.
LOL anal vents.
Silently panicking because sometimes you just don’t know if or when things will work out