You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.❞
every time i try to figure out what kind of profession i really want, i panic and feel like all my choices are just me trying to settle on something so that i won’t starve to death/so that i’ll make the tiniest something of myself
i feel useless
Client: I threw out that black pen, it was out of ink.
Me: What black pen?
Client: The one that was lying on your tablet.
Me: You threw out my $150 Wacom pen?
Client: I tried writing with it and it didn’t work. It must’ve been out of ink.
My new bookmark is badass.
That’s really clever. Kudos.