i hope the anonymous person who sent the “i used to live in your house. i’m drunk in boston and it’s the only address i know. happy holidays” postcard is aware that they wrote my favourite poem
being an adult is just dragging urself kicking and screaming to things that you will enjoy and that will be good for you
clenching my teeth and muttering under my breath “you’ll be happy you did it you’ll be happy you did it you’ll be happy you did it” as I physically force myself out the door to go Do Things
being very firm with myself every time I think about bailing and saying “no. you committed to this. it will improve your quality of life. you will enjoy it. now put on your big boy pants and go.”
*violently sobbing* I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER I KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER
Hi artists if you’re reading this I need you to know that it’s EXTREMELY necessary to have a folder on your phone called “bragging” where you save the screenshots of your favorite comments and sweet messages and shares and artist follow backs. So when you feel like your art sucks and you’ve only ever received praise out of pity, you can look back and realize that that feeling is wrong. The best way to combat imposter syndrome is to record your accomplishments. Keep reminders of your hard work and its reward. Actively try to be self-obsessed. Ok that’s all, go eat some fruit while you’re at it!
Here is the History of the Netherlands as informed by my skimming Wikipedia for about 45 seconds:
The Netherlands, or the homeworld of the “Dutch,” was founded in 411 by someone named Frank. Frank married someone named Carol and they had lots of kids, who lived in castles in the lowlands, or “nether lands” hence the name of the country. These lands were probably considered lower than other lands because they had fewer skyscrapers.
In 1433, the Romans invaded. The specific Romans, a family called the Hapsbergs, were after a sack of grain called the Sack of Antwerp. Many people died over this sack. The violence let up after a while when the Hapsbergs discovered that they preferred cheese to grain, and were appeased by giving them a Piece of Muenster.
What followed was called the Dutch Golden Age, which was productive because the protestants at some point decided that working yourself to death is what Jesus wanted them to do. They also colonized everybody Britain missed and got a monopoly on trade with Japan, which Japan liked so much that they killed everyone who even vaguely looked Dutch and banned contact with the rest of the world for centuries.
It was then that tulips happened. Tulips, a small worthless breed of flower, got popular. Like, really popular. So popular that people treated them with absolute lunacy, speculating on the prices of various colors and types of bulb in a manner so ridiculous that America would base its entire economic system on it.
At this point in history, either the country ceased to exist, or my browser stopped loading. Which one happened may never be known to modern historians, but truly, the Dutch homeworld has a rich history of people killing each other, people working themselves to death, and people paying too much for flowers.
