I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.

— Virginia Woolf  (via frictious)

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posted 8 hours ago via tlntno

Although many writers had had periods of significant depression, mania, or hypomania, they were consistently appealing, entertaining, and interesting people. They had led interesting lives, and they enjoyed telling me about them as much as I enjoyed hearing about them. Mood disorders tend to be episodic, characterized by relatively brief periods of low or high mood lasting weeks to months, interspersed with long periods of normal mood (known as euthymia to us psychiatrists). All the writers were euthymic at the time that I interviewed them, and so they could look back on their periods of depression or mania with considerable detachment. They were also able to describe how abnormalities in mood state affected their creativity. Consistently, they indicated that they were unable to be creative when either depressed or manic.

The relationship between creativity and mental illness – a fascinating study based on writers from the prestigious Iowa Writers’ Workshop. Kurt Vonnegut was among the subjects. (via explore-blog)

posted 8 hours ago via langleav
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posted 9 hours ago via killerville

also, i forget how painful it is having a crush. you’re constantly waiting for that one phone call; that one message; that one measly piece of attention you end up basking in for days.

feelings suck.

posted 22 hours ago
  • .: I talked to her and I feel better now.
  • .: why didn't you just talk to me?
  • I should have known it then. I know it now.
posted 23 hours ago
aer-dna:

Older!Kai bringing his girl some celebratory flowers for finally getting her tattoos.
As to why he’s shirtless… 

aer-dna:

Older!Kai bringing his girl some celebratory flowers for finally getting her tattoos.

As to why he’s shirtless… 

posted 23 hours ago via polarbeardog
it didn’t quite sink in—i couldn’t believe you were getting married. 

but of course you were. you were always the marrying kind. i remember when we first met and right away i knew you were the marrying kind. the guy who was all ready to commit; the one who wanted to start and share a life together with someone. you were the guy who enjoyed long trips to IKEA, thinking up and building a picturesque home filled with sandalwood floors and fresh flowers. you loved planning long holidays and making plans for the future, counting down and savouring each moment. everything was intended to be a step towards achieving a milestone, and you didn’t make settling down seem like settling. 

you were ready to give me that from the very beginning. and i had smiled sadly and walked away from the world of infinite possibilities you so wanted to share. 

i look at you now and your future wife and i can honestly say i am so happy you found someone who so perfectly fills that space. i can tell she softens the few edges you have, and the way you smile at her makes me wish i could find the words to describe just how fitting it is. things are falling into place for you, and i am so glad. 

we happened—or didn’t happen—a lifetime ago. still, you will always be one of the few could-be’s that i will always look back fondly. congratulations: you deserve every bit of happiness that you’ve worked for.

it didn’t quite sink in—i couldn’t believe you were getting married.

but of course you were. you were always the marrying kind. i remember when we first met and right away i knew you were the marrying kind. the guy who was all ready to commit; the one who wanted to start and share a life together with someone. you were the guy who enjoyed long trips to IKEA, thinking up and building a picturesque home filled with sandalwood floors and fresh flowers. you loved planning long holidays and making plans for the future, counting down and savouring each moment. everything was intended to be a step towards achieving a milestone, and you didn’t make settling down seem like settling.

you were ready to give me that from the very beginning. and i had smiled sadly and walked away from the world of infinite possibilities you so wanted to share.

i look at you now and your future wife and i can honestly say i am so happy you found someone who so perfectly fills that space. i can tell she softens the few edges you have, and the way you smile at her makes me wish i could find the words to describe just how fitting it is. things are falling into place for you, and i am so glad.

we happened—or didn’t happen—a lifetime ago. still, you will always be one of the few could-be’s that i will always look back fondly. congratulations: you deserve every bit of happiness that you’ve worked for.

posted 1 day ago and tagged as personal musings

can’t stop daydreaming about it.

posted 1 day ago
Anonymous asked:
Tell me something very happy and poetic that you wish someone would have told u please.

rustyvoices:

I have realized
that the moon
did not have to be full for us to love it,
that we are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it,
that if my heart
really broke
every time I fell from love
I’d be able to offer you confetti by now

But hearts don’t break y’all,

they bruise and get better.”

-Buddy Wakefield

posted 1 day ago via rustyvoices
flukeoffate:

gingahninjah:

sliced bread is the greatest thing since betty white

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flukeoffate:

gingahninjah:

sliced bread is the greatest thing since betty white

Reblogging for that comment

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posted 1 day ago via georgie-chaos
nare-bear asked:
Any boy that thinks they can sleep on me mums has got a big storm comin'. 😤

haha you cutie pie imy!

posted 1 day ago

particularscarf:

badkryptonian:

GOOD JOB, DANIEL

"I spent like 10 years of my life pretending to fly around on a broomstick and you’re asking me if preparing for a love scene was ‘tricky’ because the other person also had a penis? *facepalm*"

posted 1 day ago via georgie-chaos

She’s not pretending to be saccharine sweet, or without fault, or without pain - she doesn’t want to be a role model, she wants to be real. And she is.”

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posted 1 day ago via mickeyvin

brownglucose:

thehomiejazz:

becuzbacon:

Mia Morgan Sullivan was one of the greatest people any of us have ever known. Even though none of us wanted to believe she would be here, she knew. She knew she would. She made sure that we would all be here, too. Not to mourn death, but to celebrate life. Being with her in the days leading to her home-going was the greatest gift any of us have ever received. Because of her, we are friends for life. Because of her… we’re family. Mia was, and is an angel. It’s tragically ironic that the day we recieved the Son of God, he called one of his daughters home. I know that God has a plan. I know. But this one… This one is really hard to accept. 

This movie ruined me

I cried so hard. That shit hit home

I knew she was gone die but I still cried hysterically in the theatre.

Aw damn what movie is this again?!

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posted 1 day ago via geekscoutcookies

Finally got through today. Didn’t think it’d end but it feels good to be in bed again and happily tucked in. Also, I get to see a real cutie on Thursday night so I’m heaps excited!

posted 1 day ago