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Finding out that Lancelot was apparently the invention of a french writer is absolutely hysterical to me. 12th century french poet sitting around reading arthurian romances and thinking "yeah these stories are pretty good but I think what they really need is a french guy who shows up and fucks arthurs wife"

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Pour one out for a real one.

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Water droplet necklace

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went to the pub for a drink on my first real day off in over a week and watched the girl behind the bar drop the entire cash drawer on the floor in the middle of the rush and then just stare at it at her feet for like a solid two minutes

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NEVER STOP BEING OBSESSED WITH YOUR OCS 🫵

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A bright, joyful (and here, snowy!) winter solstice to my fellow Northern Hemisphere peeps! (Happy midsummer to everybody south of the equator, enjoy the sun while he's on your side)

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teapot ghosts.. ♡ by pantovola

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...you need to accept the reality of being a person who writes books. Here’s how it works: After you publish a book, there is a reckoning. All of the emotions you suppressed and fought with writing alone suddenly rush in and crush you. If your book doesn’t sell, you feel sick. If it sells a ton, you’re also in for a scary ride. When your goal is to make art, to give a big piece of yourself to the world, to tell the truth, and — crucially! — to FACE THE TRUTH, then your goal is also to feel like a complete fucking idiot, to ask for way too much, to seem impetuous and enraged and self-centered and needy. You will stand up in a nearly empty room somewhere and you will read your book out loud and you will think “I am such a loser” — and you will also think “I deserve it all.”

Your most important job as an artist is to listen to that second voice — and believe it. [...]

I’ve been taking my gifts for granted for a long time now. That’s just what people do. It’s embarrassing to realize what an ingrate you are. But it’s also embarrassing to look at your gifts and acknowledge them in public and continue to push them into people’s faces, in spite of everything.

It’s embarrassing to be human.

Writing is a very public quest for love. It’s embarrassing to ask for love out in the open. It’s embarrassing to believe that someone will understand you eventually. It’s embarrassing to know that you’ll keep working hard to be loved, to share yourself, to show yourself, whether anyone is paying attention or not.

But listen to me: You write because you believe in it. You still believe, even now. You crave love, and that part of you isn’t humiliating. It’s sad and pure and true. It’s a gift. So stop telling yourself lies and repeating this world’s bad noises. No one smart measures quality on sales. No one enlightened reduces art to commerce. You are an artist. Fuck everybody. You deserve it all.

-- heather havrilesky, excerpt from ask polly dec 2024 - "i published a novel and no one cares"

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I have a really nasty habit as a creator where if I see that anyone else has given an even remotely similar thought on something I was thinking about commenting on, I'll chuck the idea out entirely because "it's already been said so no one will care about anything I have to say about it." This is particularly unhelpful since the internet is full of countless people with platforms commenting on countless topics every second of the day.

Discounting your voice before you've even spoken is a common side effect of cripplingly low self esteem (brought on, in my case, by ADHD and childhood emotional neglect) and should be unceremoniously chucked out with all other trashy thoughts. The devil is talking over you when it's really he who has no right to speak.

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this is the funniest overlap to me. elsa killed those guys

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Hey you.

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At our staff holiday party tonight, our boss told us all "it's supposed to snow 15-30cm overnight Friday, so we'll be closed on Saturday, everyone stay home" And like, this is wise and practical (especially as getting to work involves a twisting rural road perched right on the shore) and I am very grateful, but also I am utterly bewildered after twenty years working in an industry where "the show must go on" means "have fun don't die but you had better be here and ready to go on time"

It feels like a miracle to be actually cared about by the people I work for.