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ROMAN HOLIDAY 1953 — dir. William Wyler

he is sitting and pondering

YOU!! YES, YOU!! GO WRITE THAT FANFIC YOU THINK NOBODY BUT YOU WILL READ!!

early spring tendings: wear your lipstick smudged, prepare your romantic vernal wardrobe, leave a glass of fresh flowers on your nightstand, brew floral tea, bake with lavender, freshen the stale linens, part with any clothes or clutter that you no longer need, try recipes from a nineteenth-century book of cookery, invest in lovely cotton sleepwear, press leaves and flowers between the pages of your journal, make jars of sweet homemade jam, use an antique linen-lined basket for woodland foraging, a bedroom that smells of honeysuckle and dewy lilacs

fixing things

the gentle + the valiant

"Just relax and let go"

I have responsibilities like self torment and isolation

Unpopular opinion but if you don't enjoy the process you should find a different thing to do.

And I think this is true in general but now I'm talking about it in the context of AI.

If you don't enjoy making art and only care about the end piece and how it'll look and how much traction it"lol get online then making art is not something for you, find something you enjoy from start to finish.

Same goes for writing: if you do not enjoy writing and rewriting and then some more and instead want AI to write for you, being a writer is not something you should pursue.

Sure, not every part of creative process is going to be equally enjoyable but you should get satisfaction from solving the problems along the way and you should get a sense of accomplishment on your way of "making the piece yours" and you should have a sense of ownership once you are done.

None of these things will come from typing in a prompt into chatGPT. And I am sad to see so many people are missing on the opportunity to experience the joy of making something with their own hands and brains.

Water type 💦

ever since i was a little girl i’ve been awkward and embarrassing

My dash is full of struggling writers rn.

i cannot wait for warm summer mornings, watching the sunrise, cup of coffee in hand, barefoot on the grass, walking around and checking on my garden, and sitting on the patio hearing the birds sing.