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taking this out of the reblogs of my last post @deez-no-relation because I think it's important and its own thought.

There isn't any place similar to Tumblr on the internet. Here and now is the last shreds of an internet that was, an internet that could exist without monetization. An internet that lasted through so many ~pivots to video~, an internet that is text and gif and photo first. An internet that is driven by serendipity and the impetus of the user to do the searching, the digging, the work that is just handed to you by algorithms on other sites for the purpose of better advertising to you.

The best part about Tumblr is the reason why it can't monetize and I have been hitting up against this wall for literal years. There's magic here because it's one of the places that hasn't been overrun by ads. Every social site's business model relies on those midrolls, prerolls, in between story slides, because the money is what keeps them running.

Someone joked about making Tumblr a UNESCO World Heritage site and honestly? That's where my brain goes, too. Tumblr is a library. Tumblr is a museum. Tumblr is a third place. Tumblr is where people can go to be inspired and go feral over shit they love and indulge in passion and process their shit. How do you monetize that safely?

@taylorswift honestly this is your moment to bankroll Tumblr and save the internet (just kidding....) (unless.....)

They’re not calling me back home.

Apparently today (March 17th) is a day of Gerasim Grachevnik in folk orthodox Christianity — a day to expel kikimora and other demons from the home. Rook (rus. Грач “grach”) is a bird believed to be able to repel evil spirits from the house/homestead. The demons can then return only in autumn, when rooks would have migrated away.

There are many variations of zagovory (tmbr link) or rituals to expel kikimora on this day, one of which is to sweep all the corners with wormwood.

If you then find a heartbroken sad kikimora at the playground, that’s on you.

____________________ Shoutout to Tatiana Mastryukova, an amazing author who writes folk horror and shares interesting folklore trivia, like this one!

"im gonna kill myself" [remembers that suicide jokes scare my loved ones] "and im taking you with me!"

if yall ever want like serious advice from me about how to solve burnout as a creative it's like...

literally ignore it. stop pushing. go do something else, enjoy your life, fill it with other things, do what brings you joy in the moment if you can.

go to the gym, take a walk to touch grass and look at dogs and smell flowers, cook dinner, watch tv with your friends, talk about your feelings as needed with ppl you trust, take a drive and blast your music, do the chores you need to do, the job hunting slog you need to do, read books that aren't for research, stop cordoning off your brain for The Craft or The Draft or whatever the fuck

forget about the project, stop thinking about it for as long as it takes to be excited again.

fuckin rest, basically

reiterating this--

stop pushing. stop blaming yourself for not working on creative stuff enough, stop tormenting yourself. remove all pressure and expectation. it'll be done whenever, you'll work on it whenever. who the fuck knows when that is, but it'll happen when it's ready.

stop doing shit that feels bad. do stuff that makes you happy and relaxed.

at a certain level of spoon usage from job, chores, errands, socialization and basic maintenance there will just Not Be Anything Left for your projects for awhile.

you have to let it build back up and then take your time getting back into it organically as it comes.

hope this helps someone else, bc I have learned it the hard-headed stubborn-ass fish-thrashing-in-a-net way and it's been agonizing.

Great advise in general but always hits the wall when art IS your job.

Reblogging in case anyone needs this

Reblogging for advices, but I am going to add. Creative jobs are cool, but it's easy to loose all will to create. When you work on your own projects it's not that noticeable so you can get a slow burnout, but creating is mentally draining. Creating things you don't like or sometimes even hate is mentally draining x100. Creating on a deadline sometimes motivate and sometimes is a major reason of a burnout.

The only advice I have is to do something completely different. And I really don't know if it's the answer. For me sometimes it is.

if yall ever want like serious advice from me about how to solve burnout as a creative it's like...

literally ignore it. stop pushing. go do something else, enjoy your life, fill it with other things, do what brings you joy in the moment if you can.

go to the gym, take a walk to touch grass and look at dogs and smell flowers, cook dinner, watch tv with your friends, talk about your feelings as needed with ppl you trust, take a drive and blast your music, do the chores you need to do, the job hunting slog you need to do, read books that aren't for research, stop cordoning off your brain for The Craft or The Draft or whatever the fuck

forget about the project, stop thinking about it for as long as it takes to be excited again.

fuckin rest, basically

reiterating this--

stop pushing. stop blaming yourself for not working on creative stuff enough, stop tormenting yourself. remove all pressure and expectation. it'll be done whenever, you'll work on it whenever. who the fuck knows when that is, but it'll happen when it's ready.

stop doing shit that feels bad. do stuff that makes you happy and relaxed.

at a certain level of spoon usage from job, chores, errands, socialization and basic maintenance there will just Not Be Anything Left for your projects for awhile.

you have to let it build back up and then take your time getting back into it organically as it comes.

hope this helps someone else, bc I have learned it the hard-headed stubborn-ass fish-thrashing-in-a-net way and it's been agonizing.

Great advise in general but always hits the wall when art IS your job.

Reblogging in case anyone needs this

wore my thigh high boots on a walk today and we had to take a path through some long grass and while everyone else was rolling their pants into their socks and putting on jackets to protect themselves from ticks i was standing there smug as hell in my thigh high leather boots.

a hoe never gets lyme disease

Peter I on his way through the marsh to establish St.Petersburg, 2014

It was 1703 though

@hjhb-the-hdgp thats the date of a sketch creation. The establishment of SPB is easy to google

wore my thigh high boots on a walk today and we had to take a path through some long grass and while everyone else was rolling their pants into their socks and putting on jackets to protect themselves from ticks i was standing there smug as hell in my thigh high leather boots.

a hoe never gets lyme disease

Peter I on his way through the marsh to establish St.Petersburg, 2014