Icon from a picrew by grgikau. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.

milf-max-rebo:

hiya this might be a hot take but do not base your positions or morality on guilt. it can, will, and does make you defensive. base your opinions on compassion, reduce the harm you create, and do not spend forever agonizing about things you cannot change. worry about what you can do, care about others, and listen to new ideas and different people. if a person is criticizing something, try to figure out if its an action or an institution. if it’s an action, reflect on whether you participate in it. if its an institution that you are a part of, figure out how you can help to dismantle it. your guilt is unhelpful and worsens both your life and the help you give others, I say this from experience.

stuckinapril:

so in love with people who’re just. unapologetically themselves. they don’t give a damn what you think about the pastel plushies decorating their bed, nor what you think about the pins of their favorite cartoon characters on their backpack. they will continue writing their fanfictions regardless of whether you think it’s cool or not; will continue reading their comfort books in spite of any stringent critics; will continue watching and rewatching their so-called cheesy romcoms because they enjoy doing so. they will continue prioritizing their happiness over pleasing people who will never be pleased and quieting white noise that will never be quieted.

weirdcultstuff:

To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:

There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.

There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.

There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.

There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.

There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.

There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.

You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.

It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.

salt-of-the-ao3:

salt-of-the-ao3:

Man i really have to kill that voice within me that insists that every story i write should be deepâ„¢ and meaningfulâ„¢

if my story helped someone relax and unwind after a hard day

if my story made someone smile or chuckle as they rode the bus

if my story let time pass faster in the dentist’s waiting room

if my story made someone coo and feel shippy feels

if my story filled the boredom of a long train ride

then my story got the job done, then my story was worth writing and sharing, then my story had meaning. I have entertained!! sure it might be a cheesy cliché boring long-winded objectively bad story. But it doesn’t matter.

Stories don’t have to be good or grand to have worth. They have worth because we bothered to tell them.

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the struggle is real!