The Technicolor Snail Gazette
Recall your thoughts inward, and if while contemplating yourself, you do not perceive yourself beautiful, imitate the statuary; who when he desires a beautiful statue cuts away what is superfluous, smooths and polishes what is rough, and never desists until he has given it all the beauty his art is able to effect. In this manner must you proceed, by lopping what is luxuriant, directing what is oblique, and, by purgation, illustrating what is obscure, and thus continue to polish and beautify your statue until the divine splendour of Virtue shines upon you, and Temperance seated in pure and holy majesty rises to your view.
caritasings:

“I know the answer!”

caritasings:

“I know the answer!”

Most of the time your professional life is like a hamster wheel of resume or C.V. padding: You avoid all possibility of failure while maximizing the odds of success in order to ensure your achievement graph climbs up and up and up.

Inevitably, that approach starts to extend to your personal life too.

So you run… but you won’t enter a race because you don’t want to finish at the back of the pack. You sing… but you won’t share a mic in a friend’s band because you’re no Adele. You’ll sponsor the employee softball team but you won’t play because you’re not very good.

Personally and professionally, you feel compelled to maintain your all-knowing, all-achieving, all conquering image.

And you’re not a person. You’re a resume.

Stop trying to seem perfect. Accept your faults. Make mistakes. Hang yourself out there. Try and fail.

Then be gracious when you fail.

lojo1815:

halfricandiva90:

skysaredoorwayshome:

                                                        She has
                                                 piano         notes carved in-
                                                  to                   her hips, because
                                                  you
                                                wrapped
                                                  your
                                                  arms
                                                  around
                                                   her
                                                   waist,
                                                    and
                                                    bled
                                                   rhythms 
                                                     on her
                                                   neck every 
                                                   time she
                                                    played
                                           Now every
                                 key feels like it is carved 
                             from your teeth, and her finger-
                          tips carry their marks in curved moon 
                             scars like crescents. Your ghost
                                 has stopped echoing on 
                                    her neck, but never
                                            the keys.

this is so extremely cool :O

doctorwatson:

“You’ve turned out to be the first doctor ever actually to make a difference in my life.”

doctorwatson:

“You’ve turned out to be the first doctor ever actually to make a difference in my life.”


The Misadventures of Dr. John H. Watson

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