Maybe it is because of how I was raised, how I grew up to see the world, but I don’t understand people sometimes….cue story-time as an example.
When I first found out Idina Menzel and Taye Diggs were a couple - this was years ago when I was first getting into the general musical fandom - I thought oh my gosh they’re just the cutest couple, I love them. That was my train of thought - not oh cool a mixed race couple good for them. I just knew they were awesome and looked happy together and so that made me happy.
- David Wong/Jason Pargin, This Book is Full of Spiders: Seriously Dude, Don’t Touch It
I remember this one time in the fourth grade my class was given some sort of assignment to write a scene in a story and mine was way epic, okay? My mom had been volunteering or something that day, too. I wrote this horribly graphic, gory, gruesome scene about some Bowser-like monster crunching on the bones and flesh of a victim. Can’t remember all the details but I remember my mom just not knowing what to say, she was so surprised. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking, and I had to read it out loud to the class. I was so proud of myself.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via laclefdescoeurs)
- The Six Word Love Story #69 (via liqiud)
Peppermint tea to soothe my body and mind so I can get this goddamn philosophy essay on a roll.
At least in reading Madness, even though I am not bipolar, based on Marya’s experiences, I don’t feel as if I’m completely lazy or stupid for feeling like I physically cannot accomplish schoolwork some rare days - as if doing so would kill me - because of my depression. Some days I don’t want to get out of bed or feel as if I can’t, or if I attempt schoolwork, I will open my laptop and only be able to stare at the screen with an apathetic expression. And then there are the days I don’t even want to get out of bed to go on Tumblr, let alone schoolwork. I’ll eat then sleep then eat like a good girl then sleep, but I’ll have no desire to do anything else. Those are really bad days.