“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!
another cool thing is when you devour a book over the course of a handful of hours and it fucks you up and you just have to lie on the couch feeling like your brain went swimming for too long & only just came up from under the water. art is so good
i have been crying for like 20 minutes about the sincerity of art and the act of creation like ohhh my god
you are six years old learning about poems and you think about the first time you saw your father cry so you write about the rain. you are eleven facing the trauma of adolescence so you draw mermaids. you are fifteen and you fall in love for the first time and make a clay sculpture in art class for them even though you’re unsure they’ll ever receive it. you are twenty and thirty and fourty and you are learning a different type of grief every year so you pick a pen or a brush or a flute and you make something because it’s all you can do. my grandmother makes quilts out of my old baby clothes despite not knowing her own birthday. art and love and creation exist on the same line.
i wish i was one of those girls from classical mythology……. i could just turn into a cypress tree or a crystalline lake and be done with it
“It is extraordinary that nobody nowadays under the stress of great troubles is turned into stone or a bird or a tree or some inanimate object; they used to undergo such metamorphoses in ancient times (or so they say), though whether that is myth or a true story I know not. Maybe it would be better to change one’s nature into something that lacks all feeling, rather than be so sensitive to evil. Had that been possible, these calamities would in all probability have turned me to stone.” ― Anna Comnena, The Alexiad, written ca. 1148
