#email income

[beaft]

everyone keeps saying things like "keep trying and it'll happen! every no is taking you closer to a yes!" but ever since i graduated i've been working a series of shitty customer service jobs and getting increasingly isolated/depressed while fielding the slow drip of rejection letters from both literary agents and potential employers. i know i sound like the world's whiniest stuck record but trying to be positive about my situation is making me tired. how can i be positive when things just keep getting steadily worse

[grimae]

Earlier this year, almost like a new years resolution, I decided to regularily send artists I admire e-mails to tell them what I love about their creations. Getting messages from other people to me about how much my things mean to them made me realize that I need to give this back much more often, not even in ways to gain something, merely to show appreciation for the ways other people enrichen my life with their desire to create. It's mostly been smaller scale musicians so far to be honest and I deeply wish I could support them better by the ways of throwing scary amounts of money at them, but on those days where everything is an endeavour and my brain feels like a bull with burning hay tied to its horns I think of those e-mails, the twitter dms, the tumblr asks sent with nothing but appreciation for my art and it gets better

[squeakadeeks]

moodboard for this past week ❤️

[suntails]

job market misery

[setaflow]

A friend is trying very hard to convince me to start donating plasma (he gets a referral bonus if he signs someone up) and ngl the idea of using it to pay for less important things like books and art commissions is appealing if only for the fact that I get to say "Yeah I'm paying for this with blood money"

[nerdanel01]

“Where are you going?”

Because it was clear to Johanna that Agnes was going somewhere. She was standing there with the same bag she’d arrived with, looking just as small and young and lost as she had on her first day in the Necropolis eight years ago. But where did she have to go?

And when Agnes did not answer her immediately—standing there, eyes wide, white-knuckling the handle of her bag, giving her the appearance of a child caught in the act of mischief—a terrible suspicion surfaced in Johanna’s mind.

“Andraste’s flaming ass, Agnes, are you deserting?”

Part 3 up now!

[acorviart]

it is very funny to me when people email me asking for my rates or price quotes for commissions and then ghost me after I give it to them because I like to imagine that they looked at my reply with a shocked pikachu face and then closed their email

[kodapi]

[ The shrine had proved to be a nice respite from Tarokki’s overwhelming thoughts. In the silence of the early winter morning, Tarokki had found that the cards weren’t as responsive today, and so she decided to go out, meditate. Getting into a different state of mind always helped her readings, whether personal or for someone else.] “Now how did she say was the custom again? Two deep bows, two claps, and then one final bow?” [ After having washed her hands, Tarokki stood in front the shrine, silently muttering to herself, her hands over one another as she stood up straight, marvelling at the sense of calm that seemed to wash over her just by being in this space. She bows deeply, once, twice, then claps her hands once, and again, to then bow deeply one last time, maintaining the position with her eyes closed, to then stand up finally, and smile. A shiver ran through her, and she felt leagues better than before the small ritual. On her way out, while walking on the right side of the path, she spotted a streak of blue hair, the colour immediately catching her eyes. She was certain she had seen the man before, multiple times in fact, at her workplace. He didn’t seem to be performing a ritual of any kind, so Tarokki approached him with a smile.] “Excuse me, we’ve met before, haven’t we? At the police station?”

     ‹ Sweep swish went the broom in his hands, a confident and jaunty little tune hummed as as deftly collected leaves and tree branches with the shrine's own traditional tools. It was something he indulged himself in whenever he had pockets of time to burn while being made to wait on a case, a little way to help out where he could. He'd been doing this for some time now, years perhaps, and had no plans to stop any time soon. It gave him a sense of pride to assist the local monks, even in such small ways. ›

     ‹ Soon though the peaceful rhythmic swishes were accompanied by a curious voice, one that made Shuuji turn to see who spoke to him. It was a young woman whose appearance rang a bell - and with her claiming the police station was somewhere familiar to them both, it seemed to click. ›

    ❝ Miss... Let me try and remember this one... Miss Halia, was it? ❞ ‹ He did seem to have to think on it for a moment, brows knit down with concentration until he had landed on the answer and lit up with delight. His warm eyes beheld her for a bit longer before he spoke once more. › ❝ Some of the officers at the precinct like to mention you; a topic they bring up often is that you know how to read tarot cards. Is that true? ❞

[karpsicles]

man i just spent $130CAD on this hoodie. stupid middle aged men got me down bad.

[tiercel]

Things are a little tight for everyone right now but ouhhman

[sherlock-is-ace]

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[thedisablednaturalist]

Hey if you've been getting emails from Aidvantage and your parents keep saying that they're a scam and not to worry about them?

Check your FASA. Do not make the same mistake I did.

[antisocialxconstruct]

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[rhat-irl]

HORRIBLE : man just was very brave and made a call related to job and also navigated the library’s horrible directory. And she DIDNT ANSWER !

[destructive-delight]

probably says something about the nature of its fans that dance of the vampires is consistently the only musical that tries to get me to come back.