Bathroom Epiphany

Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation. -Graham Greene
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What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it.
Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez (via psychotherapy)

I need a vacation that’s free of work shit, house shit, and my mind.

hellotimbuktu:

There is a man out there … who rescues owls …

hope in humanity restored.

(via bootyliciousradley)

I’ve had another deep understanding of the importance of putting yourself first today. It is especially important when in terms of putting value on the self and not cutting ourselves short. It sucks, but after you grew up and moved away from your non-horrible family, nobody would probably do that for you. It is unlikely that someone will be constantly concerned for your wellness before their own, even if they say otherwise. It just doesn’t happen that often in a world that stresses the importance of independence. Perhaps this is why people are hustling to find a partner that will do that. Hopefully.

I decided I’m going to name my first cat Pharrell because it’s going to be a super smooth cat with swagger. And I also decided, after almost adopting a puppy today, that I will name my first dog Elizabeth after Queen Elizabeth I, Elizabeth from Bio Shock Infinite, Elizabeth from Persona, and of course, Elizabeth Lemon. she’s going to be beautiful and intelligent and basically the best Netflix marathon buddy ever.

We’re all sinking in the same boat here. We’re all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We’re all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.
Susane Colasanti, Waiting For You (via observando)

(via fuckyeahexistentialism)

she-works:

Quote your fee … then pause. And pause. And smile. As I’ve learned from underselling myself many times, fools rush in.

For so many reasons. It’s always the season when things go to shit. This spring, I may need a divorce. What is a modern day equivalent of leaving the family and joining the circus?

Where can I get this pen?

Where can I get this pen?

socialismartnature:

This sculpture by Issac Cordal in Berlin is called “Politicians discussing global warming.”

(via janelotus)

fuckyeahexistentialism:

"We must all realize that while we may be a product of our history, we cannot change what has happened to us. We must accept the fact that it is not profitable to sit around year after year and cry about our misfortunes and, at the same time, excuse our inability to help ourselves on the basis of that misfortune. All we can change is what we are doing now, and if we can become more responsible most of our trouble will clear …
Although it is hard for us to admit, we choose our misery and we make it our way of life.”
–Reality Therapy: Note to the Paperback Edition by William Glasser

fuckyeahexistentialism:

"We must all realize that while we may be a product of our history, we cannot change what has happened to us. We must accept the fact that it is not profitable to sit around year after year and cry about our misfortunes and, at the same time, excuse our inability to help ourselves on the basis of that misfortune. All we can change is what we are doing now, and if we can become more responsible most of our trouble will clear …

Although it is hard for us to admit, we choose our misery and we make it our way of life.”

–Reality Therapy: Note to the Paperback Edition by William Glasser

she-works:

we expect the love we think we deserve

RC, UK, Birmingham

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Made it through another March alive. However, some people are exiting my life. Or taking a hiatus, or passive aggressive angry break that has yet to be explained to me yet. It’s strange. Usually, I would sit and wallow and crawl into my dark place, but not this year. Sure I had recurring nightmares but it’s not as bad this time. Probably because I’ve spent the last year or so really building new relationships with worthwhile people and nurturing, as much as I could, the ones I already have. Perhaps it’s also because I now work at an agency that provide crisis mental health support so a lot of these interpersonal dramas seem like much less important fish in comparison to the life and death situations we got going on everyday. I’m not sure.

Am I all settled and happy about these maybe departing relationships? No. Of course not. I invest a great deal in every person of my life, often too much for my own good. So it clearly pains me. But I have so much more to worry about now I just can’t find extra strength in me to deal with them aka comply with requirements to amend things. It truly troubles me but I was told to constantly remind myself that it’s likely that I deserve the good things in life or some shit like that. Things come to an end. It’s not the first time I get cut out of people’s lives for reasons that I’m probably going to rolls my eyes about years and years later. So it’s not as bad. Sure I might get a rage stroke or sudden urge to eat an extra large pizza alone later, but right now I have stuff to deal with. Such as becoming me, such as reading more on transgender struggles, such as the mice that live in my couch and kept me up all night by holding a community hang-out sesh in the cushion.

Things are happening.