> You’re born alone and you die alone
You’re born into the arms of people who love you with the intensity of a thousand suns and you die enmeshed in a lifetime’s worth of intimacy and connection of your own design
oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to play and languages to learn and people to meet and songs to hear and food to taste and places to see and lives to live
highly recommend creating an "internal resume" that you can read to pump yourself up. half the battle is remembering what you've already overcome.
this can look like a full "fuck yeah I did that / helped them / survived that" bragsheet or a received affirmations list. both rock.
if one person who writes a poem or story that moves me to tears, tells me to take cold showers and do all that morning routine bro shit, I would do it
up until now, afaik, those two circles have not intersected
Look I know people are all on Mastodon but right now Tumblr has, en mass, decided to make up a 1970s Martin Scorsese mafia film that they've all seen that doesn't exist, and is doing pantomime fandom about it and it is AMAZING.
@otherhappyplace "OK... maybe I'm torn up about this because I never resolved the issues with my brother before his passing... I guess" NO!!!! Cause a scene! Pour a bag of ice into the fryer at a Quiznos.
2 more months to go! the rollerskating will be a bust bc my physio said no, but did sea kayak, play the beautiful ttrpg wanderhome a few times & planning camping trips!!
i want to learn to roller skate backwards, cook some Chinese dishes, reach my tendrils into more visual arts and music, get out on the water somehow, play a ttrpg, and figure out how to camp with this baby 🏕