I’m looking through the bucket list tag…
This is just insane.
The travel ones I get, that’s why I was looking through it myself.
But some of these are like… “wear a comfy sweater” or “sing in the shower”. Like, okay, you probably have a sweater and a shower in your house right now. You can accomplish these life goals of yours in the time it takes to make a kitschy image about them! With less effort and future shame!
Some are about learning new skills. Learning takes a little longer than, y’know, putting a sweater on, but at some point you’re going to have to stop blogging about it. You can learn pretty much anything off the internet. Turn tumblr off and go get started right now. Go do it.
This one is just “host an egg and spoon race.” Really? That’s on your bucket list?
Now this one says “become a zoologist” with a quirky picture of a giraffe. Really? Sure you don’t mean “go to a zoo”? Because becoming a zoologist is pretty much years in college and a lifelong venture, not something you do as a hobby one weekend!
Here’s one that says “read a John Green novel” ugghhh shut uppppp nooooo
(Source: swillis, via ironirony)
I’ve started two writing projects in the last week…
And I’m close to finishing the first one (maybe ten more pages to go) and I’m not at all close to finishing the second one (it’s a lot longer, but I’m at least 10k words into it so far). They’re very different but I’m enjoying writing both.
Thing is, I’m getting so fucking discouraged! For the first one, I keep thinking, “oh, nobody is going to want to read this. It’s too short. It’s too old-fashioned. It’s not interesting enough. It’s not unique at all. It’s too obvious. It doesn’t have a clear voice.” The second one, my brain keeps saying, “a million people have already written stories like this. You’re not being creative. You’re just being derivative. You can only write the same scenes so many times before they sound the same. Your vocabulary isn’t big enough. You’re not interesting enough. Nobody’s ever going to read this thing. You’re wasting your time.”
I’ve been managing my depression pretty well lately, but argh, I just can’t get over this! I know I’m going to work hard and finish both, and hopefully start on my next projects soon, but it’s really fucking hard when this is echoing through my head!
I’m just hoping that by complaining about it on Tumblr, it magically helps it go away.
Go away, creative depression!!!
This weird little woman just sat down across the table from me at the coffee shop and started typing and then now is calling someone on the phone and talking loudly. There are other open tables and the table I’m at is a big one with plenty of room all the way down it. But she is sitting right. across. from. me. I literally had to move my laptop back to make room for hers when there is a full table here of wide open space plus at least two other tables she could’ve had completely to herself. Then when I tried to smile at her when she sat down she didn’t even acknowledge me.
Honestly I just don’t get it, go away you weird people, why you gotta be like this.
Anyone else celebrating the Super Mario RPG game anniversary today?
Thanks to my bestie, it’s one of my most favorite games~ Today is the anniversary of the American release date so I’m playing a new file!
I don’t know who you are, but I SO need to be following you.
Common Myths About Bisexuality from the lovely Webcomic “Jesus Loves Lesbians, Too” by bi blogger & author Maria Burnham (writer/memoirist) and Maggie Siegel-Berele (comic artist).
I usually don’t reblog stuff like this because this is my art blog but this hit close to home and reminded me of so many conversations that made me feel like garbage.
It always makes me see red when I see lesbians (and gay men) treating bisexuals this way. I don’t think I can even type too much more without quickly reaching a point where I just smash my head into the keyboard.
I have been a victim of almost all of these things! Woooo!
One of my coworkers, an otherwise nice fellow, is gay, and also racist, and doesn’t believe in bisexuality, much less pansexuality or anything else. I don’t get it. I just really don’t get it.
This is a nice photo of a book and all but I just want to mention that sometimes birds ARE late! It’s called “migration” and you might have noticed it when a lot of the birds leave in the winter. But if they lose track of the passing time of the seasons and don’t fly south, they die a cold and lonely death.
Also, dogs often often get up just in time to wait for their owners to come home from work! So they know what time it is too. And that’s a dog- one of the dumbest fucking animals on the planet.
Meanwhile, I don’t know what they mean about a fear of “time running out,” since (hu)mankind is also the only animal to figure out how time will run out at the end of the universe, in a big crunch or a big rip. That’s pretty damn likely to not happen in our lifetimes! As in, it will not happen to us unless we all live billions and billions of years. So, time will not run out ever to us! Fear conquered! Go (hu)mankind!!
(Source: idancee, via ixnay-on-the-oddk)
Tokujin Yoshioka for Design Miami (2007) - An installation of 300,000 plastic straws
holy fuck, these are straws?!!