Grietje Postma, 1992-I, Woodcut

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soft ballet | by misha

it’s nothing a fundamentally different life couldn’t fix

I have a lot of creative energy, yet I sit mindlessly scrolling through lobotomizing Instagram reels and TikToks. I've thought countless times about what to do about my restlessness, but I stay stagnant. I want to make something personal and honest with all of my favorite things. I worry if what I make will be enough for me, I doubt myself a lot but my contentment is getting harder to come by and I think I just need to do it

“in order to create loving males we need to love males” means teach boys that they can be themselves without being less of a man. it means being encouraging and nurturing of their emotions so they don’t become cold and hateful. it means showing boys, early in their lives, that they have value outside of what our society deems proper masculinity. what it doesn’t mean is that it’s our job to handhold men who see women as walking sex toys through the concept of empathy, and maybe if we’re really really nice to them and don’t say things that hurt their feelings they’ll stop killing us for saying no

you know better than anyone that everything is temporary. forever is just a hopeful plea, the base of our religion. but what to do with that knowledge? and how heavy it lays on my heart which still carries that child-like hope when it runs and skips in moments like these.

you have to let yourself feel the good things, even if they often feel too light, to implausible to be true.

even if you know they might be gone sooner than you think.

that's the hardest part, you still have to let yourself feel the good things.

i think it's time accept that relationships do me more harm than good and just focus on friendships and communities