I know I need to learn to live on my own
I know
But can’t someone just hold my hand?
Walk with me
Hear my stories
Be there when I go silent
Are you you still there?
Will you hold my hand?
I will hold yours and we can laugh together
Can’t we be alone together?
If someone else had my life would they be able to do great things?
Am I taking up a space that could be better used by someone else?
“Ah, Perry the platypus!”
“What an unexpected -“
“WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!”
“You’re trapped!”
“By societal convention!”
“Look! We’re in a fine dining environment. Everyone knows not to throw a scene in a fancy restaurant!”
“That’s right. You’re trapped. Sit down.”
This show is fucking brilliant.
did everyone else read that in his voice
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT I’M GONNA DO THIS TOO
Omg yes!!
psssssst geek boys this is also a good and correct reaction if someone tells you they haven’t read X graphic novel or played Y videogame
direk izle Instagram: @artwoonz
this is amazing I’m so thankful it didn’t end up with anyone dying or else I’d cry myself to sleep
ITS SO CUTE I HAVE TO REBLOG IT AGAINN
I WANNA BE THIS KIND OF PARENT
“Ye”
why is this so accurate does everyone do this?
At age 23, Tina Fey was working at a YMCA. At age 23, Oprah was fired from her first reporting job. At age 24, Stephen King was working as a janitor and living in a trailer.
At age 27, Vincent Van Gogh failed as a missionary and decided to go to art school. At age 28, J.K. Rowling was a suicidal single parent living on welfare.
At age 28, Wayne Coyne ( from The Flaming Lips) was a fry cook. At age 30, Harrison Ford was a carpenter. At age 30, Martha Stewart was a stockbroker. At age 37, Ang Lee was a stay-at-home-dad working odd jobs. Julia Child released her first cookbook at age 39, and got her own cooking show at age 51. Vera Wang failed to make the Olympic figure skating team, didn’t get the Editor-in-Chief position at Vogue, and designed her first dress at age 40. Stan Lee didn’t release his first big comic book until he was 40. Alan Rickman gave up his graphic design career to pursue acting at age 42. Samuel L. Jackson didn’t get his first movie role until he was 46.
Morgan Freeman landed his first movie role at age 52. Kathryn Bigelow only reached international success when she made The Hurt Locker at age 57. Grandma Moses didn’t begin her painting career until age 76. Louise Bourgeois didn’t become a famous artist until she was 78. Whatever your dream is, it is not too late to achieve it. You aren’t a failure because you haven’t found fame and fortune by the age of 21. Hell, it’s okay if you don’t even know what your dream is yet. Even if you’re flipping burgers, waiting tables or answering phones today, you never know where you’ll end up tomorrow. Never tell yourself you’re too old to make it.
Never tell yourself you missed your chance.
Never tell yourself that you aren’t good enough.
You can do it. Whatever it is.
me, making a phone call: god i hope they don’t answer
They shouldn’t mean this much to me
But they do
They’re just peices of plastic on a string
But to me they represent
Months of treatment
Surviving the worst parts of my life
They represent my friend who invited me into her family
They represent a grounding technique
They represent support
That I desperately needed during this holiday
And I left them at home...
Notes to myself —
Skipping meals and feeling hungry is not an accomplishment and you shouldn’t ever listen to the monster in your head that tells you it is.
*accidentaly vents to friend* great now i can never speak to them again
Works for comics and art as well.
…this has the opposite effect.
instead try; I love you *generic keysmash* h OW DA RE *lavish praise* *inside fandom joke* *quote fave part* *more generic keysmashing*
you. i like you
Also, the favorites: 1) DID I SAY YOU COULD HURT ME LIKE THIS?!?;?!; 2) DONT HURT MY BABY WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS 3) why must you hurt me this way 4) WHY IS THIS A CLIFFHANGER?! WHAT HAPPENS NEXT I NEED TO KNOW 5) This made me cry/squeal/giggle/wake the dead with my laughter 6) I almost woke my family laughing at ___ part 7) I DIDNT KNOW I NEEDED THIS AU UNTIL YOU POSTED THIS 8) this is so cute I’m dying 9) and (writer’s name) strikes again! 10) I had to reread this bc it’s so good and I love it 11) I wish I could like/heart/kudos this more than once Like, seriously guys, freak out with us and you’ll have us wrapped around your little fingers.
This is so true! A lot of the time, I get stuck in a writer’s hole. But whenever I get a comment like the above ones, it makes me want to write more!
GUYS! THIS IS CHEATCODE FOR MORE!!! SIGNAL BOOST 😱✨😂
Very important!
@rizahawkaye refer to entire list plz except the top
This is so true. I feel like I put hours and hours into some of my works, rereading and revising and making sure it’s just how I want it, and I post it excited for it’s receiving….! And then no one comments. And it’s incredibly disencouraging. I write because I love to, but I also write because maybe someone out there loves it when I do too. And frankly, people telling me that I did a good job is the best feeling in the world.
May I add “*cries in lesbian language*”? Because… yeah.
“i want to eat it” is a different one but works just as well as a keysmash imo
DHDHSJAJA
And if on Tumblr, you can try just “Reblogging” it. Share that fucker around, add a note of love, that usually works
YES
Rather than the ones that have the opposite effect,
“I can’t wait for the next update!!! (But be sure to take care of yourself and don’t rush it if you can’t!!!)” Bc if I got one of those I think I’d die on the spot and haunt my computer to update
This is honestly so true like tell me you had any emotions towards what I write and I’ll update as fast as humanly possible
Honey, I contoured the kids
“i am deranged - i can’t be tamed or contained. i scream at dull walls - they say this is what happens when an angel falls. i sit in bed although i’d rather be dead and they watch me. my voice echos and carries - i howl at the clock on the wall and my hands shake from alcohol withdrawal. i sway back and forth like a blade of grass under their magnifying glass - i hate it here. they say i’m “much too pretty to be there” they refuse to give a fuck about my nightmares and the florescent lighting reveals each scar on my flesh but between me and the man sitting next to me they make it a ‘who wore it best’ and none of my demons are even addressed.”
— smspoetry (psych ward)
“Red and her brother stomp across the apartment because this building has more driveway than yard. The kids they play with across the street have a tire swing and a brick house that Red never gets to see the inside of, and she wonders if her shoes are too dirty for the hardwood floors, wonders if she smells too much like food stamps and free lunch. So Red plays inside. Red’s mom cuts her bangs when they get too long, can’t afford regular haircuts so Red asks for it a bit shorter each time, hoping this will keep it short for just a bit longer. She always asks to get it cut like a boy’s, always gets it short but always girl-short and never boy-short. Red chases her brother through the apartment as if she could catch him and steal his hair, steal his ‘him’ steal his ability to spread his legs and walk around without a shirt, but Red’s mom is working in the kitchen and yells at the siblings each time they pass for rattling the cheap floors. So Red learns to run on tiptoes. Red stays behind Mom’s back, keeps her head down when Mom yells, takes her shirt off anyway and pretends not to notice the looks and noises of disgust Mom makes. Red’s chest is flat like the boys’ but Red’s chest is girl chest and they keep talking like girl chest is bad so Red keeps chasing her brother, through the hole in the backyard fence, hopes always to catch that spark like a summertime lightning bug and learn what makes boys boys, maybe even make some of that hers. Red climbs trees, skins palms, gets pushed and made fun of, comes home crying to a mother who always tells Red to fight her own battles. So Red punches her brother the next time they fight. She swears she’s full of fireflies until her mother charges in, yelling first, then laughing at Red for not understanding a figure of speech she is too young to recognize. The next time Red wants her bangs cut, she finds the scissors and does it herself because she is afraid of the yelling and Mom is working and Mom working is Mom yelling and when Mom sees Red’s crooked bangs, she laughs. That night, Red holds the scissors again as she looks in the mirror, itches to cut all her red away because she swears there are fireflies in there somewhere if she could only find them, but Red is afraid to get it wrong, decides Mom’s laughing is scarier than Mom’s yelling and puts the scissors down. After that, Red keeps chasing her brother, but she closes her legs when she sits, wears a shirt when she goes outside during the summertime. She can’t see the fireflies anymore because everyone keeps telling her, boys will be boys will be boys and Red will not.”
— Red, 1997-2001 | Kirsten Uhde
