This is so me! 😂😂
that thursday feeling.
reading depressioncomix inspired me to do a little comic about my own day-to-day experience.
I’ve seen some comments on this being like “Oh he’s way too active this isn’t how severe clinical depression works!” which makes me a little sad because implying everyone’s experience of depression must be just like yours is insulting. This comic is about how depression still deeply affects me despite my attempts at a normal life but that it becomes almost mundane, you take a break to cry and scream and feel sorry for yourself but then you have to go back to doing whatever. I have almost no energy but I gotta live.
Saying you need to constantly be at your lowest and most dysfunctional in order to have Real Clinical Depression isn’t realistic. Learning to cope with this illness that will likely haunt me my whole life isn’t a bad thing.
(It’s that time of year again!)
“They have called this day the eleventh of March! And whomsoever of you gets through this day, unless you are shot in the head or somehow slain, you will stand at tiptoe when e’er you hear the name again. And you will get excited at the name March the eleventh! We happy few, we few, we band of brothers… our names will be as like… household names! And those who are not here… be they sleeping or doing something else, they will feel themselves sort of crappy! Because they are not here to join the fight on this day the eleventh of March!
Move out.”
-Sgt. Buck Frobisher, March 11, 1999
Due South finale “Call of the Wild”
The Princess Bride (1987) vs. Wonder Woman (2017)
do you ever think about draeden and then get really emotional
writing is great but it’s also insanely tiring because like
- writing is frustrating
- not writing is frustrating
- wanting to write and not being able to is frustrating
- not wanting to write but knowing you have to because deadlines are a thing is frustrating
also
- not wanting to write but wanting the satisfaction of having written is frustrating.
“It’s been a long week,” I say in the middle of the day on Monday.
today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.
"And Marmalade In Winter" - another installment of my “Derek Makes Jam” AU (~3700 words, rated E, warning for gratuitous descriptions of food that will probably make you hungry)
photo (and inspiration) courtesy of the ever-fabulous elisera
↖ this person wants books for christmas
Nicole Beharie…On Pickup Lines (ღ)
while telling a story, there comes a moment where you have to allow your characters to grow. to learn from their mistakes. refusing to do so because it suits your plot is lazy writing.
so please for the love of god, let your characters learn how to be honest with each other.
Just trying to get used to drawing them