Chris Pratt Interrupts Interview To French Braid Intern’s Hair
I’m afraid I’ll never finish college. I’m afraid I’ll finish college with student loans I can never pay back. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree and won’t be able to find a job in that field. I’m afraid I’ll get a degree, get the job I dreamed of, and hate it.
A Mental Illness Happy Hour
listener whose list of fears matches mine four for four. (via erfisperf
i told everyone that i was over you. i deleted your number from my phone and your face from my camera. i think they even started believing me…i think i even started believing me. but ive got everyone fooled you see, even myself, and i know that because i went out to lunch today. its one of the first times ive left my flat since the night you slammed the door and promised never to open it again. i went out to lunch, and when the lady asked me i almost said table for two instead of one. when she sat me down she took the extra plate setting, and i had to bite my tongue before anything came out. i was reading the menu, quietly telling myself that people werent staring, and i took a breath and shook myself out, and looked up with the words ‘what are you thinking’ dying on my lips. i was looking at an empty chair, but all i saw was your face. the blurriness of my tears only making my hallucination clearer, and i gasped as you looked up and me and laughed. ‘you think youre ready for this?’ you shook your head at me sadly, and i wiped at my eyes to make you disappear, but found myself missing you as soon as you were gone.
(k.g) i paid the bill without eating that day, and walked home trying not to look in windows, in case i saw you there walking next to me (via lesmotsfleuris
Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.
Something funny happens to people who are lonely. The lonelier they get, the less adept they become at navigating social currents. Loneliness grows around them, like mould or fur, a prophylactic that inhibits contact, no matter how badly contact is desired. Loneliness is accretive, extending and perpetuating itself. Once it becomes impacted, it isn’t easy to dislodge.
Olivia Laing, "Me, Myself and I"
Just lay with me and tell me about the
stories of the stars, and how you’ve
gotten all your scars. Tell me how your
father fell in love with your mother, and
how most the time you feel like you’re a
shit brother. Tell me about the first girl
you kissed, and how ever since you met
me you realized all that you’ve missed. Pull
me close against your chest, and let our
anxious hearts lay to rest. Kiss me on my
shoulder, and tell me how you can’t wait til
we’re older. Pick the black eyelash off my
cheek, and kiss my eyelids when my tear
ducts leak. Just love me, goddamn love me,
because your arms are where I need to be.
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry
Gaining control of your thoughts is as easy as sitting by the ocean and controlling the waves. — Michael Lipsey
There are more stars than anyone could ever need.
You called me, I called you. Come over, come over, we said.
That one was so beautiful I used to watch him sleep. If I had to sum up what he did to me, I’d say it was this: he made me sing along to all the bad songs on the radio. Both when he loved me and when he didn’t.
I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.
There are books that one reads over and over again, books that become part of the furniture of one’s mind and alter one’s whole attitude to life, books that one dips into but never reads through, books that one reads at a single sitting and forgets a week later.