Bless you.
Bless you and your extremely clever url.
UGH
I just got REALLY fucking depressed… ugh.
no.
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So today….
I sat down with my dad, and I actually told him why I’m always down on myself and depressed. I warned him before that this may sound like I’m blaming him but I’m not.
I told him. I do not agree with him on anything politically or many things morally.
And that scares me.
Because it’s always been just him and I against the world.
And I didn’t want that to end.
He told me it won’t. That I’ve never been the cause of problems. That opposites tend to attract, and I’ve never been too great at hiding how I feel about his opinions and views anyway.
Guys, it took me 16 years of being part of his family, 7 years of depression, and at least 4 of soul-searching to be okay with myself… and just now I decide to tell him who I am and hope that he’s ok with it.
I’m a Christian liberal who likes tattoos and supports gay marriage and yes, loves listening to “That boring sleepy guitar crap” (The XX).
And he’s okay with it. I think. I dunno, I don’t do a lot of texty posts but this feeling overwhelmed me. Like, he’s still gonna be on my team. :)
when i was a young boy my father took me into the city to see a marching band he said son when you grow up will you ruin thousands of lives by being a great band then breaking up after twelve years
When people turn to fictional characters, it’s often because they want an escape. The stories of these people shelter us from the storm of our daily lives; they save us, if only for a little while. But when we really give in, become invested, let ourselves be vulnerable, something changes. We begin to feel that we know them. It’s no longer just an escape, but part of us, something that makes us who we are.
These characters teach us that incredible adversity can be overcome. That people can love each other forever. That life can be an adventure. That magic can be real. And even if these miracles have never happened to us, we begin to go through life believing that, someday, they could.
If anybody ever tells me that storytelling isn’t important anymore, I’ll show them this post.
I’m actually tearing up at how accurate this is. ;-;
(Source: romangodfrey)
MY HEART IS BREAKING
Little cat I know how you feel. Whenever I’m tired or bored people ask me if I want to kill someone or something… :(
(Source: damnafricawhathappened)
Maybe this is the end of the world. Everyone that’s kept the world going stops seeing the good and gives up.
Wow. Maybe it really is. Because everyone I’ve known to be hopeful seems to be losing everything recently. What is going on? Why is there no one out there who is happy? Why is everything going wrong?
I don’t know, but the 97% cynic I am mixed with the 2% that’s really superstitious doesn’t like it. The other 1% is just sad. And hungry.
I could never keep diaries, I always told a few stories, doodled, and wanted a new one. I think that’s why I like Tumblr. It’s a huge community diary and I will always have my pages I kept of stories and doodles and memories, I will be able to show my kids my crushes, my pains, the news, the music, and my parents as they aged with me. This damn website is a part of me, of my history. And a big one, at that.
(Source: itscharls)
