Originally Posted By brettinthecity101
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Originally Posted By clairedenis

Goodness is only some kind of reflection upon evil. That’s all it is.

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Struggling.

Writing for a living…

Writing for a living can be a thoroughly unrewarding endeavour. You spend your early life longing for days spent constructing cities of prose from the raw materials in your mind but when it comes to it you’re left slapping up some flat-pack bullshit.

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foxnewsofficial:

next time you’re washing your hands next to somebody cup your hands under the tap until the water overflows then look at them dramatically and say ‘this water is getting out of hand’ it’s a guaranteed way to make friends i have never tried it but it is guaranteed

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Angry as fuck

I know it’s juvenile and stupid but if I don’t vent somewhere how angry I am right now I’m going to explode. I fucking hate her. I fucking hate him. And I’m a fucking idiot. 

Fuck you

Fuck you and your fucking happiness. I hope he’s a cunt.

Originally Posted By brettinthecity101

I’ve just finished my script.

brettinthecity101:

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I could not be happier. Finishing things has long been a problem of mine so I’ve gained a great deal of confidence from finally finishing something that I’ve been thinking about for so long. I’m incredibly excited about what this means - with the finished script in my hands there’s now something to build a film around. Watch out world - I’m going to make a mess.

EDIT: I actually just cried a little. So very happy to have finished it. This is a big deal for me.

Well it is snowing… My album. Free on bandcamp. Really cheerful stuff.

Well it is snowing… My album. Free on bandcamp. Really cheerful stuff.

Branches.

Branches.

Originally Posted By collage-queen-deactivated201308

collage-queen:

inspirations 

collage-queen:

inspirations 

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Originally Posted By sherunsfromdarkness

Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognisable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.

Head to the fridge…

Head to the fridge…

Why couldn’t Cameron Crowe and Nancy Wilson stay together? *sad face*

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