Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted
Magic does that. It wastes you away. Once it grips you by the ear, the real world gets quieter and quieter, until you can hardly hear it at all.
A saltire was burned today. I’m still disgusted. People have been stabbed and beaten today. Nazi salutes were thrown infront of a war memorial today. Young people have had abuse hurled at them left and right. Do not ignore this. Do not ignore what’s happening in Glasgow tonight.
if you’re not gaelic or not residing in scotland it is your duty to make this blow up.
No matter how much you like to help people, help yourself first. If that means establishing limits on what you do, how you do it, and how you are accessible to get it done, then do so. Without apology. You don’t owe the world a favor. You owe yourself everything.
So don’t mortgage yourself to try to maintain a false standard that benefits those that won’t even try while grinding you into dust. You know your limits. Set your boundaries accordingly. Keep yourself safe.
There will always be those that demand more from you than what you are willing to give, or sell. They will be loud in your face and all caps in your inbox. They will not be satisfied until they have wrung out every mote of worth out of you and then they will spit on the dregs and say you weren’t ever good enough. Don’t give them anything. Delete them, remove them, erase them from your presence as best as you can.
Then continue being magnificently you.
You are more than enough.
Thoughts =/= feelings. Having more than one thought in your head does not constitute “a range of feelings”.
Nor is a character continuing to do something if you don’t tell us what they’re doing until you use that word.