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"describe your symptoms" brother i have felt like this since i was 12 unrelentingly
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“What matters is that you do good work. What matters is that you produce things that are true and will stand. What matters is that the Flaming Lips’s new album is ravishing and I’ve listened to it a thousand times already, sometimes for days on end, and it enriches me and makes me want to save people. What matters is that it will stand forever, long after any narrow-hearted curmudgeons have forgotten their appearance on goddamn 90210. What matters is not the perception, nor the fashion, not who’s up and who’s down, but what someone has done and if they meant it. What matters is that you want to see and make and do, on as grand a scale as you want, regardless of what the tiny voices of tiny people say. Do not be critics, you people, I beg you. I was a critic and I wish I could take it all back because it came from a smelly and ignorant place in me, and spoke with a voice that was all rage and envy. Do not dismiss a book until you have written one, and do not dismiss a movie until you have made one, and do not dismiss a person until you have met them. It is a fuckload of work to be open-minded and generous and understanding and forgiving and accepting, but Christ, that is what matters. What matters is saying yes.” -Dave Eggers
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Anonymous asked:
please give me a reason to live
- all the beautiful colours of the skies - pink, gold, blue, orange, sometimes all at once
- new films and your favourite actors and actresses
- new songs from your favourite artists
- new seasons of your favourite tv shows
- new video games and books and scientific discoveries
- the crunch of autumn leaves under your feet
- the feeling of warmth when you walk in to a warm room in the middle of winter
- climbing into your nice soft bed after a long tiring day
- watching the clouds drifting
- the chance to see what will happen in the future
- listening to amazing music which you can feel in your heart
- your favourite songs, artists, films,books, foods, smells
- a chance to see all the beautiful places
- poetry and literature
- making a difference, no matter how small
- the feeling of accomplishment after getting through something
- the feeling of a soft breeze on your face
- driving in a car with the window down
- nice coffee shops
- strangers who you can smile at and brighten the day of
- people who you can be around and brighten the day of
- flowers and their different colours and aromas
- you’re helping all the plants by breathing
- you can bake cookies and cakes for yourself and others
- so many people love you
- journalling and writing
- the moon glowing, never leaving, to help you feel less alone
- the stars illuminating the night. their ancestors created you
- rainbows after a storm
- lying in bed at night while there’s thunder and rain all around
- you can inspire and help so many people
- all the people who can inspire and help you
- feeling the sun’s warmth on your face
- soft warm sand and sparkling oceans
- delicious food
- the first bite of food after being hungry
- writing with a brand new pen
- beautiful hairstyles, make up and clothes you could wear
- you can learn anything you want, any language, subject or instrument
- travelling to all the pretty places
- fragrant tea, coffee and hot chocolate
- chocolate !!!
- the aroma of freshly baked bread and pastries
- soft fuzzy animals who you could cuddle and take care of
- all shells, postcards, flowers, train tickets, and anything else you love that you can collect
- all the memories that you can preserve
- all the art you can create
- all the atoms and cells in your body who all work really hard to keep you alive
- doughnuts and pizza and birthday cakes
- fireworks and all the exploding colours in the night sky
- you can take so many beautiful photographs
- writing letters and sending gifts
- receiving handwritten letters and gifts
- somewhere out there so many people care about you
- bird songs in the early morning
- lifelong friendships
- internet friendships
- libraries and the smell of books
- smiles, laughs, hugs and kisses
- all the meaningful conversations, friendships and relationships you’ll have in the future
- gardens, ladybirds, butterflies and bees
- the chance to prove everyone wrong
- you impact on other people so much more than you realise
- being able to laugh and smile and feel alive
- sadness and sunsets
- happiness, fresh starts and sunrises
- dreams and wishes
- a chance to be happy again
- a chance to be stronger and wiser and kinder than ever
- oversized sweaters and hot water bottles
- running free in flower fields
- all the little things which mean so much
- long walks with someone you love
- the euphoria of finally understanding something
- all the kind people who are out there
- all the kind people who you will meet
- exploring forests and special places where there’s no one else apart from you to enjoy
- the ability to move, run, walk, bike-ride, swim, jump, dance, sing, hear, taste, see, feel
- you are loveable and you are beautiful
- you matter and you’re important and you deserve to live
+ thousands more 💛
There are so many beautiful things out there. This will all pass. You can get through this. Please don’t kill yourself.
Crater Lake, Louise Glück
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sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more ab it keeping you company
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"December At Yase", by Gary Snyder
You said, that October, In the tall dry grass by the orchard When you chose to be free, “Again someday, maybe ten years.” After college I saw you One time. You were strange, And I was obsessed with a plan. Now ten years and more have Gone by: I’ve always known where you were— I might have gone to you Hoping to win your love back. You still are single. I didn’t. I thought I must make it alone. I Have done that. Only in dream, like this dawn, Does the grave, awed intensity Of our young love Return to my mind, to my flesh. We had what the others All crave and seek for; We left it behind at nineteen. I feel ancient, as though I had Lived many lives. And may never now know If I am a fool Or have done what my karma demands.
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“When we are driving in the dark,
on the long road to Provincetown,
when we are weary,
when the buildings and the scrub pines lose their familiar look,
I imagine us rising from the speeding car.
I imagine us seeing everything from another place–
the top of one of the pale dunes, or the deep and nameless
fields of the sea.
And what we see is a world that cannot cherish us,
but which we cherish.
And what we see is our life moving like that
along the dark edges of everything,
headlights sweeping the blackness,
believing in a thousand fragile and unprovable things.
Looking out for sorrow,
slowing down for happiness,
making all the right turns
right down to the thumping barriers to the sea,
the swirling waves,
the narrow streets, the houses,
the past, the future,
the doorway that belongs
to you and me.“
— Mary Oliver, “Coming Home”, in Dream Work (1986)
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Shirley Clarke - Portrait of Jason (1967)
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I feel like I’m constantly worrying about the next part of my life without realizing that I’m right in the middle of what I used to look forward to
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Relationships never provide you with everything. They provide you with some things. You take all the things you want from a person – sexual chemistry, let’s say, or good conversation, or financial support, or intellectual compatibility, or niceness, or loyalty – and you get to pick three of those things. The rest you have to look for elsewhere. It’s only in the movies that you find someone who gives you all those things. But this isn’t the movies. In the real world, you have to identify which three qualities you want to spend the rest of your life with, and then you look for those qualities in another person. That’s real life. Don’t you see it’s a trap? If you keep trying to find everything, you’ll wind up with nothing.
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
Just discovered this song and boy is my heart tired...
The garbage man is never going to come The cans out at the curb will bloat and stink The rock will work its way through cracks in the the foundation The water will grow stagnant in the sink And you, you will know Where it is that memories go
The migratory birds will not come back The charms that summer held will all turn sour And from the treetops when the wind stops Sweet blossoms will rain down and you will spin beneath the shower And it will be so clear You will never quite escape last year
The wind will blow or else it won't Sometimes you just move on and sometimes you just don't You think the matter through, you try hard not to think The water all goes stagnant in the kitchen sink And you will know, and I will too What it was I might have left to you
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Portrait of Madame Yuki, Kenji Mizoguchi (1950)
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Yi Yi: A One and a Two (2000), directed by Edward Yang.
it was dark but it was the first night in a week where the evening was not cold and the moon was a beaming crescent lip smiling down and so we walked the sidewalk for a few minutes catching up and then weaving between the tree-shaped shadows stretching out along the gray asphalt and the cars parked every so often on the street a creature not sneakily no almost joyfully appeared and we waited and from the shadows a Husky with a wide grin and its eyes focused beyond us suddenly ran from left to right to left again a few dozen yards away and neither of us were worried we were entranced and i called to it some ancient dismissive attempt to control the wilderness but it just weaved until it passed right by and we turned and still i called and it seemed like there was a chance it might pause but it was gone so rapidly we just stared unknowing unsure and if i were alone i’d have cried beneath the moonly night sky and the shadowy streets and wondered what more could i want
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Marc: “Why are we so afraid of joy?”
Judd: “Thats the question. And I’ve thought about it a lot, and I think it’s because we think right behind joy is a knife that will cut our throat if we really feel it. It’s almost like a laugh—your chin goes up and your throat is exposed. If I laugh too hard, someone will slit my throat. That’s the terror of joy.
Judd Apatow, Interview with Marc Maron for WTF podcast, Sick in the Head (via autobibliographies)
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