fear is just an illusion

"who put this brain inside of me?"Ophélie 19

[prewars]

[dukeofbookingham-deactivated202]

Okay this ad campaign is actually great and every time I see it in a Tube station I laugh a little bit because it just reminds you how terrifically bizarre the human race is

[fairlec]

[kdecember-deactivated20161201]

And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” God’s Silence: Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 2006)

[highreevecain-deactivated202502]

[hillary-for-president2016-blog]

I… guess I couldn’t resist?

[parrisblood]

Shut up

[jennytrout]

Who plays the ukulele?

TRICK QUESTION THEY ALL PLAY THE UKULELE 

[onegirlintheback]

I don’t know why but like I really want Clinton to be the drummer.

“They told me girls can’t be drummers. I said fuck'em.”

[surprisebitch]

Clinton - drums and vocals

Obama - vocals and guitar

Kane - bass

Bernard - keyboards

then yeah, when a ukulele has to be played, one of them will play it. they can also play the banjo

[sdawgggg]

WHAT ABOUT BIDEN

[surprisebitch]

yup

[saheeli-rais-wife]

We dem bois

[expressivedepressive]

The problem with suicidal thoughts is that they’re not just there when your sad. You’ll be there, chillin, reading a book or talking to a friend and you’ll think ‘This is nice. But do you know what would be better? Death.’

[after-crisis]

@lumos-vs-nox   This is referred to as “mild suicidal ideation“ or the desire for suicide without substantial action behind it. It often happens when someone deals with prolonged mental health issues and suicidality at a young age. When you’re young, we go through a period where our neural pathways completely rearrange- the things that happen to us at that time will influence these changes. In a way, suicidal ideation becomes an ingrained coping mechanism. A sort of “well at least suicide is always there for me”. Your brain is part-muscle, it remembers things, it learns, it’s super great at adapting, this is just a reflex. It doesn’t mean you are weak, it doesn’t mean you aren’t in recovery.

thank you for posting this, you turned a feeling many people have into words!

[fragilecrushed]

this is what healthy people don’t get

[sunshinedaisieswindmills]

this is so important SO IMPORTANT

and i didn’t know this until right now and it like changed my whole outlook on my illness and recovery 

[wordsnquotes]

And it’s amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.

Eoin Colfer, Benny and Babe  (via wordsnquotes)

[grace--upon--grace]

Antonio Sparta

[benchandcompass]

[monet-be-cray]

[fahdes]

“Things don’t have to change the world to be important” - Steve Jobs

[wordsnquotes]

Sometimes, I’m the mess. Sometimes, I’m the broom. On the hardest days, I have to be both.

Rudy Francisco (via wordsnquotes)

[emptycupboard-blog]

[hplyrikz]

Everything I love here

[wahidstuff]

Too often, “forgive and forget” means “pretend it didn’t happen”

Toxic parents: overcoming their hurtful legacy and reclaiming your life - Susan Forward (via keinplatzfuerprojektion)

[luthienne]

…no one has a livelier sense than I of my unbearableness.

Gustave Flaubert, in a letter to George Sand, Paris, Saturday evening (via luthienne)

[yamcha]

[myofuka-deactivated20181025]

Me too boo

[shameless-babe]

This is literally so heart breaking, she’s suffered every child’s worse nightmare. Her family was taken from her, there were no government officials there to help her when she was sitting in an empty house scared, worried and alone waiting for something to know they were okay. They just detained and deported her family back to Colombia and she was only 14 years old. Imagine going home to an empty house and not knowing what happened to your family or if they were okay. Please understand what having trump as a president really means not only to Diane Guerrero but to millions of immigrants and their families and friends.

[vanish]

[humansofnewyork]

(3/3) “I miss that we can’t go out and dance. Or visit other people. We used to volunteer at the senior center every Wednesday. She’d play the piano, and I’d turn the pages for her. The hymns were some of the last things she remembered. Music was her life. But one day she wouldn’t play anymore. And I told the staff that they’d need to find someone else. So we stay here now. But I don’t see this as a curse. It’s an honor. This is what the Lord has given me to do. She has served this family her entire life. And now it’s my turn to serve her. I might not have her mentally. But I have her. I can still make her smile. I can make bubbly noises, and blow on her, and she’ll smile. Every morning we’ll sit in this chair and we’ll cuddle until noon. I rock this lady more than I rock my grandchildren. She likes to slip her hand under my shirt to feel my skin. And she still likes to kiss. Every once in awhile she’ll reach up and give me a kiss. Sometimes she starts ‘yakking.’ She doesn’t say actual words. And it doesn’t make any sense. But I never tell her to be quiet, because it’s better than nothing at all.”

[bookmania]