Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
God I wish Stanley Pines was real i could really use some his love and care like he gives to the twins…
Im over here coughing so hard that I’m bruising ribs, between my shoulder blades hurt, and my chest hurts.
I’m not having fun over here guys
isn’t it strange how you can deem something so precious and beautiful, yet to another it is anything but that?
the sky is overcast and they say it is cold and dull and ugly. yet you say that it is captivating, the way the clouds curve, the way the colors blend from earth and sky.
a person is trans and they say it is wrong and unjust. yet you say, “how wonderful it is that there are so many ways to be a person- to be alive!”
a poem, a story, a song, a piece of work that you yourself bled out from your beating heart- you hold it dear and it is glorious. yet they brush it aside, they say it was better left undone, better left in the despairing confines of a bin.
alas that there should be such distaste in the world that words of hate fall freely from peoples lips- they deem that they have no consequences, though the thorns bury deep and the wound may fester.
and so, my dear friends, though their words may be sharp and their tone unloving, adore what you adore. do not let their hate infect your heart. tred on life’s path with curiosity and wonder and love that overflows so that the burden of humanity upon this world is softened.