it is my hope and dream that everyone on tumblr can go outside and visit a gay bar or go to a queer event and see that our community is very beautiful and very diverse and that half the internet discourse isn’t real
i used to draw and write on receipt scraps all the time at my old job, i wrote roughly 20k words of my fic like that. but what id forgotten about (and suddenly remembered just now) was that my coworkers saved a bunch of my doodles (and other workers' doodles, since many of them were artists) and put them up on the door inside the back room (where customers couldn't see, just staff). then we came into work one day and saw the manager had taken them all down and thrown them away without telling anyone. what an asshole. id completely forgotten about it until now
The version of you right now is deserving of love. Not you two years ago when you had more of your shit together, or the five years later version where you’ll surely be thriving. The version of you right now. The one that might just be okay, or is really struggling, or is bored and unproductive. That version deserves love. Having trouble accepting this is fine, but actively denying it is not. Your value is intrinsic, and finding confidence in that is mandatory.