the janitor at the junior high drew these in the cafeteria oh my god
WHY IS HE A JANITOR
After Martin Luther
1. Children are capable of feeling
both shame and abandonment.
14. My father lives alone. Also,
a hawk killed his dog and you
expect me to believe in mercy.
20. Good things happen to bad people.
47. One day, every person I have ever
loved will die and the only option
you have given me is to just sit by
and watch it happen or hope
I am the first to go.
48. Speaking of love,
86. The list of artists who have
committed suicide only includes
the ones who were well known
enough to be found.
95. As a child, I prayed every night.
It felt important. Mature. Powerful.
I wish someone had told me that
it was me, that I was the powerful one.
Imagine it: fleets of six-year-olds
believing that strongly in themselves.
- Sierra DeMulder
So I’ve kind of been spending a lot of my time playing Lord of the Rings Online (yes I’ve reached that level of dork) so I decided to draw my character. He’s a Noldorin Elf. Damn good with a bow and arrow or two swords. #dorkingout #lotro #notsorry
fuck guys I went a little crazy
friendly reminder that:
- you are not weak if you want meds for your disorder
- you are not weak if you relapse once
- you are not weak if you relapse a thousand times
- you are not weak if some kinds of therapy don’t work for you
- you are not weak if some kinds of meds don’t work for you
- you are not weak if you have a mental disorder.
i’d love to see more women villains that are completely unsympathetic. no stupid “woe is me” backstory that hardly justifies their actions. no victim complex. no hesitation. just a love for carnage and head games and an insatiable lust for pain. mentally unhinged or fully in control. there aren’t enough female characters out there that are truly monsters. as much as it’s fun to see male characters do that, i want some iconic serial killer ladies in my life.
So my mom and I have been working the same waitress job for 5-6 years now. She had been waitressing years before, but this is recently. Anyway, about… 15 minutes ago this guy she waited on left and told her to take care. Just that. Prior to this she had talked to him about Italy. Her people are from Florence, this and that, and she said she’s never been. She’s got 8 years of art education and she’s working a waitress job. It’s pretty… Sad and disappointing, I guess. Her and my father divorced 6 years ago and she hasn’t had a real job ever. Just been stuck in a small town she’s not from.
This man who we have never seen before tipped her 1000 dollars for a trip to Italy. Walked out, not another word.
…you know. Just when I start to lose faith in humanity….Hm.
that is so sweet omg
SO THIS GUY IN MY ENGLISH IS DOING A PROJECT FOR BIO WHERE HE GETS A DUCKLING TO IMPRINT ON HIM SO HE JUST CARRIES IT AROUND WITH HIM TO ALL OF HIS CLASSES AND I SWEAR THIS DUCK IS THE MOST WELL BEHAVED FUCKING POULTRY IVE EVER SEEN IT JUST SITS ON HIS DESK QUIETLY AND SOMETIMES HE PUTS IT IN HIS POCKET AND IT JUST SLEEPS LIKE WOW YOU GO DUCKY
Daniel Radcliffe on shooting a gay sex scene in Kill Your Darlings
I will pay you all my moneys to experience this here room.
I want to try this.
I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept well in a while. I haven’t fallen asleep before 1 in weeks.
I’ll try to sleep you away, though I never can.
I understand why.
Why I can’t let you go. It hit me suddenly, like a punch to the throat.
You are my first (and only) love. You’ve become an ideal and an emotion, and I want to cling to it. It’s no longer even you as a person, it’s what you are to me. You are being wanted, you are a sense of belonging, you are security in myself. I’m clinging to those things because I haven’t reached a point where I can provide them for myself and no one else is providing them. I want the feelings you gave me, and since you’re the only one who has ever given them, you represent them to me, and since I won’t let those go, I can’t let you go.
I wonder if maybe in order to give you up, I have to give in. Understand that I am alone and unloved in the way I want to be (and that I am probably not ready to be, in my emotional insecurities), and let myself self-destruct before I can actually start anew. I will always be damaged and irreparable while I hold on to you. But I fear that I will be even after I’ve let you go.
If only I’d never met you.
If only I’d had the sense to stay away.
But you made me forget the toxic feelings for someone else. I destroyed myself over something and someone that I wasn’t mature enough for, and if it weren’t for you, I don’t know how that would have developed.
If only I’d never given you my heart and you’d never become what you are to me. Perhaps I’d hate myself a little less for not finding it again.
I started writing you a letter. But amidst my shaking hands and tear-filled eyes, I erased it all. I want to let you go, but you are still my freshest wound, and so I remember you too clearly.
Why can’t I accept that I am alone?