Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Pink Fuzzy Tank Top.
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Gordon Ramsey is actually a sweetheart but he does not fuck around in ANY kitchen.
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look…………….. write as much shitty fic as you want. nobody can stop you. you’re learning constantly and it’s better to write hackneyed implausible ridiculousness than it is to not write at all out of fear of fucking up. you’re good
There was an experiment a professor did. I think it was pottery students. He did an experiment of “quality” vs “quantity”. One half of the class he told; you have to make as many pots as possible. Good pots, bad pots, shitty pots, whatever. The more pots you make, the higher your grade.
The other half of the class were told, “you can make only one pot”. But that pot had to be perfect. The quality had to be high; the highest quality pot would get the best mark.
But when it came to the grading, they noticed something weird.
All the best quality pots were in the ‘quantity’ group.
The guys who were literally churning out pots, trying to make as many as possible, not concentrating on the quality. But every pot they made, made them better at making pots. By the end of the month (I think it was a month) - they had some pretty awesome pots coming out, because they enjoying finding all the ways and all the things they could do to make all their pots. Where as the ‘quality’ guys had spent their time reading up on pots, and technique, and researching and planning; which was all great but they’d had no further practice at actually making pots.
The best way to get really good at something, the only way to be really good at something, is to make lots of shitty attempts at that thing several of which will fail. If all you create are perfect things then you won’t improve, because how can you improve on perfect?
tl:dr MAKE YOUR SHITTY POTS.
(via thecrazytealady)
To stay or not to stay. That is the question.
Is it better to follow someone
Who is aimlessly wandering the universe
Or let them go
And stay put where you are? To breakup is to grieve
Breaking up is nothing more than grieving the loss
Of someone who you once loved- except you know their soul
Is still on this physical planet somewhere! To breakup, to grieve
Grieving may be necessary. Except there’s one problem,
In this love you are both still hopelessly consumed.
The thought of leaving terrifies you before you really ever consider it.
That is why denial goes on for far too long.
That is why you sew back on piece of your heart that is decomposed.
You don’t want to deal with yourself,
Your madness and sadness,
The stares and chattering,
The crippling fear of never having another love that can compare,
When you can just stitch on a smile
And stay? Who would choose
To stick around with someone uncommitted,
But the burning love still remains,
The uncharted territory of loneliness, from where
Some will never return, rips apart the heart,
And makes you chase after someone who is no longer there
Then to even consider the prospect of being single?
Thus fear does make a coward of you,
And thus you mold and shape your life
To fit into someone else’s dream,
And you lay in your bed at night
Wide awake staring at the ceiling
Wondering if you’re making the right choice
Or if there even is a right choice to make – But quiet those thoughts now,
He is coming! Resume the role of a player
In your own love.
My parents after their 2nd date in 1982 when my dad was a year younger than I am now
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shoutout to all high school dropouts, students who didn’t get accepted into college, students who used to be on honor roll but became overwhelmed, students who study for hours but still fail tests, or student who don’t study at all due to depression/anxiety, you are all stars and I’m wishing y'all the best luck possible to get back on your feet
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Weekend inspiration from some Winter Snowscapes
We’re approaching the winter solstice, on December 21, and want to share some beautiful winter scenes from your public lands!
Visit BLM.gov and My Public Lands Flickr to find more places to enjoy!
The text reads,
“YOU WERE FRANTIC AND FOOLISH, YOU KEPT NO TRACK OF TIME, YOU RAN YOUR DELICATE BODY INTO ITS NATURAL END,
YOU BURNED ALL YOUR CANDLES TO STUMPS, YOU ARE TIRED AND HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LAY DOWN,
YOU HAVE EARNED THIS REPERCUSSION, THIS REWARD, THIS RECKONING,
YOU FINALLY NEED TO KNOWHOW TO DECAY GRACEFULLY
LIE STILL (x13) ”
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