Travel-scrabble
Jack. 22 (ugh). Scouser/vugheres.
Graphic art at Brera.
Sweatered bi bee.
apply for jobs you’re not qualified for! audit upper-level classes! get drunk with your TAs! see that poster advertising that lecture series? go there take notes and ask questions! thank the presenter for talking about this topic you love! if the class is full before you register, email the professor and ask if they can squeeze you in! RAISE YOUR HAND! tell the disability accomodation office to do their goddamn job! ask for help! file complaints! go to class in your pajamas and destroy the reading! you got this! you KNOW you got this! be arrogant enough to learn EVERYTHING! take your meds! punch a velociraptor in the dick! fear is useless and temporary! glory is forever! shed your skin and erupt angel wings! help out! spread your sun!
i had a really good morning! you deserve a really good morning! kill anyone who says you don’t and build a throne from their bones!
(via thatwelshkid)
me trying to tell my british friends i have depression: lads, this madman’s feeling a little sadman
my british friends trying to cheer me up: ah fuckin ell mate that’s not so cheeky innit. well we’re your mates and we’re here for ya bruv. get it together ya wet bastard. you can do it. wanker.
(Source: hexglyphs, via thatwelshkid)
(via thatwelshkid)
you ever catch a glimpse of a cloud passing in front of a full moon and you’re suddenly a highwayman in an 18th century ghost story who just left a tavern on a chilly october night to ride horseback through the woods till you reach the next town over
(via bloodwritesflight)
me at the McDonald’s drive-thru: Can I get some uhhhhhhhhhhh physical affection?
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when i was depressed those “reasons not to kill yourself” lists never helped.. maybe they do for some people but for me they actually made me feel worse. it was like….here’s a reminder that there are all these things other people find joy in that you can’t. with a sprinkle of guilt because “your family/friends will miss you.”
what i needed to hear, and so what i’ll tell any of you reading this who are in the same situation, was: a lot of people recover from mental illness and go on to live full lives. it’s quite likely that with treatment, a time will come when you won’t want to die anymore and you’ll find joy in everyday life. yes, you. stay alive for that possibility.
(via bloodwritesflight)
‘I am no longer quite sure if what I am telling is truth or invention.’ Peter Pears in a letter to Benjamin Britten, 4 November 1976.
Benjamin Britten and Peter Pears in a ‘Conversation Piece’.
Gritty and Sugar are cousins.
Gritty might seem untamed compared to Sugar but they’ll both slap your dad unprompted.