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#You are enough
thepeacefulgarden · 7 months
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Hey, stop scrolling for a minute. How are you doing? You okay? Come and sit down with me in the kitchen for a bit. It’s a warm day, the radio is playing all the oldies, the door is open and we can hear the birds. I’ll stick the kettle on. Do you take milk? Sugar? I’m baking some bread today, do you want to help? Or you can just sit and keep me company if you like. You can tell me everything that’s been going on. Or you could info dump about your favourite thing or tv show, I’d love to hear about the things you like. Or you can just sit at the table if you want, you could paint or draw or play animal crossing whilst I go about the kitchen and we can pass the time of day in contended quietness. Because you’re safe here. You can stay as long as you like and you can always come back. Everything will be okay, darling, you’ll see.
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dumblr · 4 months
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There's no one to impress. Improve for you. Live well for you.
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aureliusbrutus · 6 months
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— The world is cruel, therefore I won't be.
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I know kindness exists!
I exist!
And I am kind!
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And the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.
— Richard Siken;
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— Perhaps nothing else on Earth matters, besides the love you take in, and the love you put out.
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paxthepuppycat · 3 months
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Alterhuman Appreciation
Shout out to all alterhumans who….
can’t eat their kins diet for personal reasons
can’t do quads/doesn’t do quads
can’t express their kin due to mental health
can’t buy tails, masks, etc
can’t or don’t shift
can’t conform what their kin is
can’t talk about life as nonhuman
can’t confirm past lives/doesn’t have past lives
can’t do vocals/noises of kin
can’t express any nonhuman behavior
You are valid and we love you!! <3
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Made by @mamimikey!
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catscafecomics · 2 years
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I am making progress!
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thelatestkate · 1 year
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Shop , Patreon , Books and Cards , Mailing List  
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positivelypositive · 1 month
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a tiny reminder that,
you are important, needed, and precious.
treat yourself with love, kindness, and care.
you're amazing ✨
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emilysdiaryofficial · 7 months
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For all the Poyo-tato's 💕
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alilarew23 · 6 months
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manifesting isn’t work
and if it feels like it is, here’s where you’re probably missing the mark:
1. you’re not understanding that imagination is the only reality.
people will affirm til they’re blue in the face and then be like, “why isn’t it working?” the answer is simple: you think you’re changing something. you think you’re getting something. you think there’s something to do. so you do and do and do but let me honestly ask you: have you accepted the fact that your desire is already yours? have you stopped desiring? when you’re affirming or visualizing or having inner conversations are you doing so in attempt, conscious or not, to change the external world? or to remind yourself of what you already have and who you already are? manifestation is instant and effortless, and anything you “do” from the moment you imagine and claim your desire as yours should be done simply to experience and enjoy what is already so. which leads me to…
2. you’re not loving your state. enough, or at all.
the reason you desire is because you want to experience a change in self, which is ultimately a change in feeling. so when you fulfill your desire in imagination and shift states, you INSTANTLY “become” who you are. you instantly are. and if you instantly are who you claim you want to be, why are you working to change or to get anything? why aren’t you enjoying being? really, ask yourself, and answer me. if you want to be loved and you instantly are, shouldn’t you enjoy feeling loved? if you want to be rich and you instantly are, shouldn’t you enjoy feeling rich as fuck? and if you don’t, maybe that isn’t what you truly desire, or maybe you’re still waiting on the supposed-external, physical world to fulfill you. but fulfillment always always always comes from within. as within, so without. no one and nothing to change but self. you know this. so get clear on the change you want, then be it, and let it be enough. let it be more than enough. let it be rapturous. you are. you are. you are. and trust, the mirror will ALWAYS show you what you are.
💕🪞
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thepeacefulgarden · 10 months
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You are worthy, you are enough, and you matter. No person or circumstance can ever change that or take that away from you. ❤️
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Stop scrolling for a minute, take a deep breath. Come and sit down on the porch steps with me. It’s early morning, but the sun is already high in the sky. The birds are singing, I’ve made you a cup of tea and there will always be biscuits. Just take a moment, you’ve got time. Remember no matter how bad things seem, everything will be okay. You’re safe here and you can always come back when you need to. Chin up, my darling, you’re going to be just fine.
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dumblr · 4 months
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Let your life be more than just waiting for good things.
You are the good things.
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thoughts on fanfiction, perfectionism, and being enough
I'm pretty sure I'm ill and half-asleep and the Good Omens fandom has destroyed my last tenuous grasp on reality, but I am making a post anyway not knowing what I'm going to say. Because that's what this site is for, is it not?
*holds out hand* *waits for you to take it* Hey, you know, you're never going to be done. You're never going to look at something you made and think it's perfect. It's never going to be enough. It's okay to stop and it let it be imperfect. The earth didn't just birth life into just the right conditions, it made creatures which evolved and went extinct, ice ages which ended, volcanos that destroyed life and volcanos that preserved cities for millennia. It made jagged rocks that would be smoothened by rivers and stomachs that would hunger, rivers that would flood and rivers that would run dry.
Create imperfect things and give them to the world. Let the world create from it in turn in an endless cycle. Like Milton on the Bible, like BBC with Sherlock Holmes, like anyone writing fanfiction of their favourite show... Let your creation be imperfect, so you can see all the million ways in which people try to perfect it. All the million ways in which perfection can exist. That's the beauty of fandoms and fanworks. It keeps the creation evolving, keeps it breathing and alive. It becomes the work of a million people, and carries their stories with it in a little back pocket.
And maybe we were made to be imperfect too. Our hair tangles just to be brushed, our arm itches just to be scratches, our hand clenches just to be held and unclenched. There are odd shapes that make us up but they fit in with everyone else's, in handshakes, in bridal carries, in a parent lifting a child, a rescue worker lifting a victim, a girl kissing her wife, a child hugging his toy, a person holding their hands in prayer or in pain.
I'm trying to remind myself of that, because it's so easy to keep wanting more, to believe that there will be a point at which I will be satisfied with what I have done. Even in this fandom, I look at my ridiculous summaries I accidentally wound up making, and look at someone's beautiful meta blog and I feel like shrinking a little bit. But in real life, I'm a designer and an artist, a reader and poet and songwriter, and someone who has been a writer the past eight years, if not all my life. Have I done enough to qualify for any of these roles? Who knows? It shouldn't matter to me, and it shouldn't matter to you, whatever you love doing or are doing.
It will never be enough, you will never be enough for yourself. Can we try to make peace with that little gap in ourselves that acts like a vacuum to keep sucking in more and more effort and things? It'll never be filled. That's okay.
*squeezes your hand before letting go* Isn't it amazing how imperfect and fucked up we all are? Isn't it beautiful that we don't have to sit and stare at statues we cannot touch, but we get stone that we can keep carving all we like? That creation starts with imperfection? I don't know if I'm making sense anymore, the medications are kicking in and my eyes are closing. But I love all of you, everyone who is a maggot and everyone reading this post, too.
Take this *holds out a seashell* it's pretty and it's broken and the animal that made it his home changed it, the sea changed it, and I hope you change it, too. That's all.
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enii · 1 year
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Be where you are loved
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