wish-it-was-real

It is as if, oddly, you were waiting for someone but you didn’t know who they were until they arrived. Whether or not you were aware that there was something missing in your life, you will be when you meet the person you want. What psychoanalysis will add to this love story is that the person you fall in love with really is the man or woman of your dreams; that you have dreamed them up before you met them; not out of nothing — nothing comes of nothing — but out of prior experience, both real and wished for. You recognize them with such certainty because you already, in a certain sense, know them; and because you have quite literally been expecting them, you feel as though you have known them for ever, and yet, at the same time, they are quite foreign to you. They are familiar foreign bodies.
—   Adam Phillips, Missing Out: In Praise of the Unlived Life. With thanks to @mashatupitsyn

sometimes i wish i have enough time for everything. for real little things like walking on beaches before going to school, savoring my pancakes for breakfast, painting my walls on weekends, finishing a book for the entire day, baking cookies. having enough time to appreciate the beauty in every moment. having time in general. because i think im too busy becoming an adult i forgot that i am still young and filled with possibilities.

I still can’t believe I got in the play tbh…. like I was in the musical last year but that was a big cast and I was just in ensemble but now I’m in the play and there are only 15 parts and I’m a real important character!!! I have lines!!! I wish I could tell my younger self who always got rejected about it now :) I’m so !

anonymous asked:

Out of curiosity, how would you have written the ending for DR3?

The simplest answer I can give without rewriting the entire episode is that I would have done one of two things:

1. revealed that everything in the episode happened in Mitarai’s or Naegi’s imagination, and ended ambiguously as to whether or not those events would actually come to pass (ala DR1’s bad end)

2. put in a very short, few seconds-long scene at the very end that would make the viewer question if what happened was real or not–a cel tear in the corner, a skipped or unfinished frame, etc. Something like the spinning top at the end of Inception, basically.

That way everyone could walk away satisfied. I would still think the actual events of Kibou-hen were contrived as shit, but overall the ending would gain the possibility of a meta reading that would be way more satisfying than presenting unfiltered wish-fulfillment as 100% totes real.

Anyone who wanted to believe it was real could have easily done so and just ignored the weird glitch at the end. People would still argue, but that’s unavoidable regardless of how the ending goes.

anonymous asked:

24, 34, 41, 43, 50

24: Are you good at hiding your feelings?

Not really. The opportunity for biting wit is too great to pass up, so I wear my heart on my sleeve.

34. Have you ever wanted to tell someone something but didn’t?

I wish I had told @the-real-elder-george-bush not to let his sons get into politics but there you go

41: Are you single/taken/heartbroken/confused/waiting for the unexpected?

I am taken by my lovely wife, Nancy. And jelly bean

43: Have you ever regretted kissing someone?

Some of my costars from my acting days had nasty breath, I’ll tell you that.

50: Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

I believe Margaret meant it, yes. 


Also Margaret I know you are the one sending me these anonymous messages on these newfangled interwebs

Two Cigarettes: One For You, One For Me

Dear Elizabeth, 

I still cannot call you by your nickname, even though I did that one time. Your name still holds a certain power over me when I say it. And it’s just a beautiful name. 

I cannot believe you’re getting married. I’m happy that you found the guy who can be your whole world. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that. Remember how you said I treated you like shit after every time it ended? I still think about that to this day, and even though I’m glad I don’t know what you mean by that, I still wish I did. I guess I feel like I never got closure. I mean, you just told me to stop contacting you cause your boyfriend didn’t like it. And I really wish it didn’t have to be that way. 

I will be real, I do miss you, because you were my best friend and probably the only person who understood my likes and dislikes and music and everything else. I have yet to find someone else who reaches the standard you set. I know she’s out there, I just don’t know where.

By the way, I wrote another song that is the total opposite of the other song I wrote about you. Instead of a love song, it’s a song about wanting you to leave my mind and let me sleep. You’re not on my mind as much now, but I mean…well…it’s been a little over a year since we last talked, and here I am writing some anonymous letter on a tumblr. I’m not sure if I want you to see this or not. I mean, it’s not like I want you to come back to me or anything. I guess I just wanted you to know how I’m doing, even though I know you don’t care.  

I talked to my therapist before New Year’s this past December. I told him about how even though I was over you, there was that little chunk in my brain that wouldn’t let you go. He said I should basically get rid of everything that reminded me of you, block you on social media, and to also do an exercise. The exercise was to write down the things I liked about you, the things I didn’t like, and all of the things that will never be. Then I was to destroy the list. So, I burned it all. Exactly a year from when I ended things. I burned the photos, the letters, the journal, the bracelet. It’s all gone. 

I hope you have a great wedding, and I wish you the best of luck. 

Sincerely and with my deepest apologies,

The boy you met at an airport

P.S. If you do happen to read this, you can reach out or not. I don’t mind. I just wanted to get this out. 

I wish more places offered online appointment booking. I need a massage real freakin bad but I never remember to call when they’re open and make an appointment. Plus calling people sucks. It’s 2016!!! Come ooonnnnn

Tbh my fave thing that I sometimes catch myself thinking is the phrase “man… I wish cars were real”

Like hoo boy.. @myself……. do I have some news for you..