Steve Rogers would want you to eat. Tony Stark would want you to sleep. Peggy Carter would want you to drink water. Bucky Barnes would want you to take your meds. Wanda Maximoff would want you to get back up. Thor Odinson would want you to be proud of yourself. James Rhodes would want you to have faith in yourself. Bruce Banner would want you to relax. Natasha Romanoff would want you to forgive. Sam Wilson would want you to walk with your head held high. Peter Parker would want you to dream. Clint Barton would want you to look on the bright side. Pietro Maximoff would want you to laugh. Vision would want you to understand. T’Challa Udaku would want you to calm down. Pepper Potts would want you to be resilient. Nick Fury would want you to be fearless. Sharon Carter would want you to be strong. Loki Laufeyson would want you to be smart. Scott Lang would want you to smile.
september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.
the most #UselessLesbian thing i have ever done was when i was trying to figure out if this girl liked me or not, just constantly arguing with myself about it, and after a couple, uh, months, of this, i was like, “god i wish i could just like… go to court and lay out all this evidence and have a couple lawyers argue over the TRUE MEANING of her text messages, and then a judge tells me if she likes me or not.” and then the proverbial lightbulb went off over my proverbial head, and i dug into my mock trial folder from high school and found the trial guidelines and i wrote out an entire trial transcript featuring a plaintiff (me), my attorney (my wildest hopes and dreams), a defense attorney (my worst fears and insecurities), and a judge (my desperate attempt at rationality). the final product was several thousand words long. it clarified nothing. at any point in this process did it occur to me to ask her how she felt about me? absolutely not. did i ever stop and think, “hey, maybe i should tell her that i like her?” absolutely not. that’s for people who take risks and i don’t take risks i take myself to court in my own head.
grade A romcom material here just picture the movie:
a harried law student meets a pretty girl (maybe she’s an artist or something else cheesy and romantic) the pretty girl flirts with her but she can’t decide if it’s just being friends or actually flirting
she gets together with her friends and over the course of a few days holds an epic mock trial that draws more and more of a crowd until the pretty girl finds out
at the last minute the pretty girl rushes into the courtroom shouting “i have new evidence to present to the court,” the mock judge asks her to step forward and she just kisses the law student
the courtroom cheers
case closed ruled in favor of the defendant
later after they graduate they get married at the courthouse
Shock yourself into living life. Bright face, peppermint, daylight, striking outfits and cold showers on drowsy days. Read difficult books and make notes in the margins. Write something in your messiest handwriting. Stop running your fingers over the flaws on your skin and paint your nails an ugly colour. The sky outside is brilliant even when its grey. Think about a perfect day and then do it. Wear black. Wear lipstick and no other makeup. Do things despite your feelings. The internet is the perfect place for numbing your thoughts but it also holds almost all knowledge. Learn. Enjoy everything you can, whenever you can. Don’t stop. Life is never quiet when your mind is in constant motion. You are life. You can use its full potential. This is the meaning of self love. Enrich every aspect of your self.
when i was 12 i babysat this girl for a few years and she would come to me and show me her art, drag me by my wrists and point at the pieces she’d made during the week. and she’d be like “do the voice” and i’d put on a sports-announcer olympics-style voice and be like “such form! this level of coloring! why i haven’t seen such perfection in crayola in a long time. and what is this? why jeff, now this is a true risk… it seems she’s made … a monochrome pink canvas…. i haven’t seen this attempted since winter 1932… and i gotta say, jeff, it’s absolutely splendid” and she’d fall back giggling. at the end of every night she’d check with me: “did you really like it?” and i’d say yes and talk about something i noticed and tucked her in.
she was just accepted into 3 major art schools. she wrote me a letter. inside was a picture from when she was younger. monochrome pink.
“thank you,” it said, “to somebody who saw the best in me.”
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