I shall either find a way or make one.

Mid twenties, laid back but well opinionated and slightly under-informed. I'm an artist, or so I've told myself. I love art, music, video games, Pokemon, Doctor Who, owls, traveling the world and all whole mess of other things. The list could go on, really. Moved to Chicago not too long ago, and I love it here. Feel free to learn more, if you feel so inclined! Curiosity is a virtue in my book. So is happiness.

This is one half of me. Here's the other:
This is where I drown your dash with everything amazing I find

Here's the amazing person that made this amazing background and was kind enough to let me use it!
~ Sunday, April 27 ~
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Depression is hard to understand, because it is not a consistent state. Depression is rather like a virus, but like a virus, it has its manageable days and its acute, life-threatening flare-ups. You can be in a depression and still laugh at a friend’s joke or have a good night at dinner or manage low-level functioning. You grocery shop and stop to pet a puppy on the corner, talk to friends in a café, maybe write something you don’t hate. When this happens, you might examine your day for clues like reading tea leaves in a cup: Was it the egg for breakfast that made the difference? The three-mile run? You think, well, maybe this thing has moved on now. And you make no sudden moves for fear of attracting its abusive attention again.

But other times…

Other times, it’s as if a hole is opening inside you, wider and wider, pressing against your lungs, pushing your internal organs into unnatural places, and you cannot draw a true breath. You are breaking inside, slowly, and everything that keeps you tethered to your life, all of your normal responses, is being sucked through the hole like an airlock emptying into space. These are the times Holly Golightly called the Mean Reds.

I call it White Knuckling it.

Miles and Miles of No Man’s Land, Libba Bray (via babybirched)

"But the stigma of depression is that it comes with the sense that you shouldn’t have it to begin with. That it is self-indulgence or emotional incompetence rather than actual illness."

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whoa.

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When it’s White Knuckle Time, you will have to remind yourself to stand in the middle of the subway platform, well away from the edge.”

There is an undertow to depression. It doesn’t take you all at once. It leaves you with some false sense that you are coping. That you are in control. That you have the shore still well in sight, until, at some point, you raise your head to find yourself all alone, battered by rough seas with absolutely no idea which way you should swim.”

 

Jesus, every damn word of this post. It’s remarkable.

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~ Saturday, January 18 ~
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unskinny:

teal-deer:

I’m glad that Bilbo Baggins exists

Because in the book, the dude was pretty firmly middle aged when his crazy-ass adventure started

He was settled down in the house that belonged to his parents and had done precisely jack shit with his life

It gives me hope that maybe some nutcase wizard will eventually show up and be like yo

you’re a burglar now

don’t even care that you didn’t roll rogue homie we got dragons to slay and kingdoms to save 

This post means a lot to me.


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~ Thursday, January 16 ~
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phaira:

Dont ya love when you can’t figure out why you’re not moving in an mmo, then you look down at your chat box and you see wassdawssadaassasddddwawss

More often than I care to admit


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~ Thursday, January 9 ~
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livia-carica:

Reblog if you’re currently writing a novel, even if it’s only in your head or scribbled in the back of a notebook somewhere.

Think about how many books don’t exist yet.


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~ Saturday, January 4 ~
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dontactlikewewerenothing:

inspiring-you-for-tomorrow:

i-am-santafuckingclaus:

ohmygil:

winterwolff:

viennesewaltz:

crazyrestlessdumblove:


Each ball weighs differently, causing each one to bounce to a specific height, and when precisely placed in the dust pans and thrown down… 2013

EVERY TIME this comes up on my dash i just sit here and stare at it FOREVERRRRRrr.



whoaaaaaaaaaaaa


Reblog while you can, the year’s almost over D:

I hope you had an amazing 2013. Cheers.

I challenge someone to make a 2014 one


Goodbye 2013! It was fun!

dontactlikewewerenothing:

inspiring-you-for-tomorrow:

i-am-santafuckingclaus:

ohmygil:

winterwolff:

viennesewaltz:

crazyrestlessdumblove:

Each ball weighs differently, causing each one to bounce to a specific height, and when precisely placed in the dust pans and thrown down… 2013

EVERY TIME this comes up on my dash i just sit here and stare at it FOREVERRRRRrr.

whoaaaaaaaaaaaa

Reblog while you can, the year’s almost over D:

I hope you had an amazing 2013. Cheers.

I challenge someone to make a 2014 one

Goodbye 2013! It was fun!

(Source: cineraria)


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~ Thursday, January 2 ~
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sci-universe:

2014 is rich in stargazing events and I put together a list to have a brief view of them. These are just some of the highlights to watch out for in the coming year, so I recommend checking out the full list with more details. Here is the high-res version of the image. Mark your calendars!


Need to get out of the city to see some of these!

sci-universe:

2014 is rich in stargazing events and I put together a list to have a brief view of them. These are just some of the highlights to watch out for in the coming year, so I recommend checking out the full list with more details. Here is the high-res version of the image.
Mark your calendars!

Need to get out of the city to see some of these!


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pumpkinkitten:

geekyangie:

I think secretly, all adults feel like this.  Only a few are willing to admit it.

every fucking day I have this thought

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~ Friday, December 20 ~
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~ Thursday, December 19 ~
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arosary:

you know that mood where you just can’t think straight and you don’t know why and you’re in this foggy abyss where you can’t make any decisions or function at the level demanded for daily interaction and action and all you can do is zone out and let other people do things around you as they wonder why you’re staring blankly at walls as if your soul was removed

Every day at work this week…


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Do you ever think about all the people who you might have fallen in love with if only you’d taken a different way home or stood a little longer in the bread aisle at the supermarket? All the people who might have been an integral part of your life but instead you’ll never know them. The unimaginable impact that our mundane choices have on our lives really gets to me. Think of how many times I might have died if I’d made different choices. Maybe I’d be homeless. Maybe I’d be famous. Maybe I’d be rich. Sometimes I’m so overwhelmed by the impact of my choices that I can’t choose anything at all because I’m afraid today will be the day that I make the choice that changes everything.
— Unknown (via sundaylatte)

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~ Wednesday, December 18 ~
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Blue and black, mostly. Very telling.

Blue and black, mostly. Very telling.


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~ Tuesday, December 17 ~
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I entered Disney’s Frozen Norway Getaway for a chance to win a Frozen inspired trip for 4 to Norway!

:D

I entered Disney’s Frozen Norway Getaway for a chance to win a Frozen inspired trip for 4 to Norway!

:D


~ Saturday, December 14 ~
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In the fall of 1973 I was studying as a freshman at NYU, and after failing to make my initial train home to Maine, I was rushing through Grand Central on the evening before Thanksgiving 1973 when I spotted you, emerging from one of the railways, with a look of utter confusion on your face. You had the blondest hair I had ever seen, and a plaid dress. I had never seen a plaid dress before.

I was, in those days, terribly shy, and if I am honest with myself, I’ve never shook that stubborn sense of timidity or loneliness in crowds. To this day, trying to explain the uncharacteristic courageousness that seized me in that moment, and inspired me to walk up to you and say “are you lost?” is almost completely beyond me.

You were studying at Olberlin, and on your way to spend Thanksgiving with your aunt in Jersey City. After explaining to you where you could get a bus, I asked, in spite of knowing it would mean sacrificing my last chance to spend the holiday with my family (and likely infuriate my over-protective mother), if you wanted to get a drink and you said yes.

We walked out into a rainy Manhattan street and ducked into the first (cheap) bar we saw, where I ordered us two bottles of beer. Now in my 50’s, when with any luck a man might finally begin to acquire that elusive thing called wisdom, I know that there is nothing more exciting yet rare in life than making a true connection with someone. I have always been too sentimental for my own good, but in all honesty, I have never felt more at ease with anyone than I did laughing and talking to you that dimly lit midtown bar.

When I confessed that I purposefully missed my train to keep talking to you, you smiled slyly and said “well I guess it’s only fair that I miss my bus.” With no money for a cab, we walked to my Lower East Side dorm room, which was deserted aside from my German classmate Franklin, who kindly gave us a half-finished bottle of red wine.

We made love that night, and in the morning coached one another through shaky phone calls to our angry relatives back home. With the November cold turning the night’s rain into a dreary wintery mix, we stayed in bed all day, sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes, discussing politics and philosophy. You told me you had never felt “so New York before.”

That evening, you took a bus to Jersey City. A few weeks later I received a letter from California. You sent no return address, and I never saw you again.

I have been married twice since then - once divorced, and once widowed. I have had a successful career as an English professor, and am a proud father. My life has known its share of triumphs and heartaches, of love and loss. Against my better judgement, I haven’t forgotten that day - and, at least once a year, while mowing the lawn, or reading a newspaper, the details come back to me.

Perhaps, if life’s strange circumstances can permit it, we can have a second drink.

missed connections, NYC    (via barbieandken)

I just love these memories and times in life. These are what make us who we are. They give me a strange feeling that I’m always searching for but can’t name.

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~ Wednesday, November 27 ~
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