deerhoof:

antidotes to a bad day/when you don’t feel loved

  • clean your room. i mean really clean it. wash your sheets, vacuum, change the curtains, break out the oxyclean and get the stains out.
  • call an anonymous number that’s set up for secrets and stories. tell the number everything or make up a story or cry or do whatever you need to say outloud and tell someone who actually won’t tell a soul (imboycrazy’s 8886662045 is a good one)
  • have someone around for tea. take care of them and indulge them with your very best cooking.
  • if you can’t have someone over, skype and play word games.
  • talk to your mom. talk to her about your bad time, or ask her about her day. pick up the phone or go downstairs and reconnect.
  • memorize a song from a band you like but have never really listened to.
  • listen to someone talk about things that don’t involve you. NPR is good.
  • take a walk.
  • drink a bunch of cool water.
  • pull up youtube videos of yoga and do some.
  • make yourself look as lovely as possible, regardless of who’s gonna see you. dress up. be beautiful or handsome or anything.
  • wear your favourite clothes.
  • listen to starfucker and watch adventure time.
  • eat well. either indulge in a frozen pizza or be on your feet cooking for two hours- no middleground.
  • fold paper cranes, because if you fold 1000 you get a wish.
  • write letters to anyone, or no one, or yourself, but write letters. it’s hard at first but before you know it you’ll be writing pages.
  • smell good.
  • take a nap.
  • watch whatever makes you laugh, even if it’s tactless. who gives a fuck?
  • change your computer background to something new.
  • learn the difference between lonely and alone.
  • learn the difference between patience and being desperate. respect yourself.
  • even if you one you love most doesn’t love you back, know that by loving them in the first place is doing the most beautiful and selfless thing in the universe, and it’s not wrong.
"Never love anybody who treats you like you’re ordinary."
— Oscar Wilde (via blua)
tagged → #preach #quote

adulting:

An amazing quote from Ira Glass, via Bekki Jam.

“Nobody tells people who are beginners, and I really wish somebody had told this to me, is that if you’re watching this video you’re somebody who wants to make videos, right? And all of us who do creative work like, you know, we get into it and we get into it because we have good taste. Do you know what I mean?

Like you want to make TV because you love TV. You know what I mean? Because there’s stuff that you just like love, OK? So you’ve got really good taste and you get into this thing that I don’t even know how to describe but it’s like there’s a gap. That for the first couple years that you’re making stuff, what you’re making isn’t so good, OK? It’s not that great. It’s really not that great. It’s trying to be good, it has ambition to be good, but it’s not quite that good.

But your taste, the thing that got you into the game, your taste is still killer and your taste is good enough that you can tell that what you’re making is kind of a disappointment to you, you know what I mean? Like you can tell that it’s still sort of crappy. A lot of people never get past that phase and a lot of people at that point quit.

And the thing I would just like say to you with all my heart is that most everybody I know who does interesting creative work, they went through a phase of years where they had really good taste and they could tell what they were making wasn’t as good as they wanted it to be. They knew it fell short, you know, and some of us can admit that to ourselves and some of us are a little less able to admit that to ourselves.

But we knew that it didn’t have the special thing that we wanted it to have and the thing what to do is… Everybody goes through that. And for you to go through it, if you’re going through it right now, if you’re just getting out of that phase or if you’re just starting off and you’re entering into that phase, you’ve got to know it’s totally normal and the most important possible thing you can do is do a lot of work.

Do a huge volume of work. Put yourself on a deadline so that every week or every month you know you’re going to finish one story. You know what I mean? Whatever it’s going to be. You create the deadline. It’s best if you have somebody who’s waiting for work from you, somebody who’s expecting work from you, even if it’s not somebody who pays you but that you’re in a situation where you have to try not to work. Because it’s only be actually going through a volume of work that you are actually going to catch up and close that gap. And the work you’re making will be as good as your ambitions.”

"A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time, proof that humans can work magic."
— Carl Sagan (via sonorensis)
"…the happiest place for me isn’t Galway or Dublin, or Ireland, or France. It’s the middle of a paragraph. When I was working on ‘At Swim, Two Boys,’ I would be riding the bus, and the last sentence I’d written would still be ringing in my ears, and nothing else mattered but the positioning of an adverb. That’s happiness."
— Jamie O’Neill (via apeirophobia)
"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important."
— Gary Provost (via timeywimeytardis)
"Regret nothing. Not the cruel novels you read
to the end just to find out who killed the cook.
Not the insipid movies that made you cry in the dark,
in spite of your intelligence, your sophistication.
Not the lover you left quivering in a hotel parking lot,
the one you beat to the punchline, the door, or the one
who left you in your red dress and shoes, the ones
that crimped your toes, don’t regret those.
Not the nights you called god names and cursed
your mother, sunk like a dog in the living room couch,
chewing your nails and crushed by loneliness.
You were meant to inhale those smoky nights
over a bottle of flat beer, to sweep stuck onion rings
across the dirty restaurant floor, to wear the frayed
coat with its loose buttons, its pockets full of struck matches.
You’ve walked those streets a thousand times and still
you end up here. Regret none of it, not one
of the wasted days you wanted to know nothing,
when the lights from the carnival rides
were the only stars you believed in, loving them
for their uselessness, not wanting to be saved.
You’ve traveled this far on the back of every mistake,
ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house
after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs
window. Harmless as a broken ax. Emptied
of expectation. Relax. Don’t bother remembering
any of it. Let’s stop here, under the lit sign
on the corner, and watch all the people walk by."
— Dorianne Laux, Antilamentation (via vaginawoolf)
tagged → #always #words etc. #preach

precipitates:

shall i compare thee to a summer’s day

thou art sweaty and warm and disgusting please go away

marvelized:

creepycircusfreaks:

I’ve postponed the making of these gifs because, everytime I had to listen to this, I’d crackle down in tears. 

I think everyone that admires Robert Downey Junior should know of these words.

He has been in the shithole, far far deep into it, but he managed to get his act together and decide that he had the power to change whatever was wrong in his life, and look what that resulted in. 

This, this makes me thankful for admiring someone who’s so wary as him. 

If he did it, anyone can do it, wherever you’re sinking into, there’s no excuse to give up and pity yourself for the rest of your existence. 

Reblogging again because of this ^

-wondersmith:

people need to understand that loving a character doesn’t mean thinking they are freaking saints or gods it means you love that they are broken and you love their faults as well as their virtues and you would rather have them as the mess that they are than love anything else

also they need to not tell others what to love and mind their own damn bussiness but you know one step at a time