i. You’re not behind. The papers piled on your bedside, the get-togethers crossed off on your calendar, the emails cluttering your inbox, the letters you have yet to write, the laundry on your floor, the homework due, the work past deadline, the dishes soapy in the sink, the run that never…
i wonder what marketing for penile cancer would look like?
“I LOVE PENIS”
“SAVE THE PENISES”
and if women wore some of their shirts or bracelets, they would be seen as whores or sluts or asking for it, maybe even resulting in rape, but when men wear “save the boobies” or “save second base” shirts, they are applauded for caring about a human being by yet again sexualizing a serious illness.
HOW UNSETTLING IS THAT
This is exactly how I feel put into much better words
“When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like, ‘Thank you.’ I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you.”—Ezra Koenig (via meksikansk)
1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.
2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have.
3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning.
4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing.
5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it.
6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that.
7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.
“You want to know why the American people are angry and disgusted and frustrated? That’s why”—
"A middle-class American family made less last year than in 1989, according to a new Census Bureau report. Meanwhile, Forbes magazine reported that the 400 wealthiest Americans doubled what they were worth a decade ago and “finally gained back all that they lost” in the 2008 economic collapse.”
1. When your friends ask you to hangout, and you don’t feel like it, don’t go. Don’t ever do things halfway or do something that makes you uncomfortable. With everything, give all of yourself, even the pieces you never knew existed.
2. It is okay to not know. Everyone always despises the phrase, “I don’t know” but no one tells you that it is okay to not know. The becoming is more important than the being, anyways.
3. If someone ever makes you feel less, in any way, you have every right to walk away. You have every right to cut out toxic people in your life. To close the door on people who make you feel bad about who you are or what you stand for. Friends don’t tear down, they build up.
4. Loss is always going to happen. Just like paint will always chip and rain will always fall, loss will always be part of life. No matter how much I don’t like it, or avoid it, it is going to walk my way at several times in my life. Learn to embrace it and learn to get closure.
5. Give yourself a chance. Stop saying, “I don’t think I can” or “But what if I am not able to?” and give yourself a chance. This may be cliche, but try to believe in yourself. When you get older, your knees won’t work the same and you won’t have the best memory, and you are going to wish you’d given yourself a chance years sooner.
6. Fall in love. Don’t be guarded before you fall in love. You could fall in love three times and still not find the right one, but none of it is going to make “the one” matter less. Don’t fall into that idea that your first love has to be your best love. Fall in love as many times as it naturally happens.
7. Firsts are going to be messy. First loves, first kisses, first dates, first failed tests, first college class, first time you drive a car, first time you ride a plane - first times were made to be imperfect. Just because it’s messy and all over the place, doesn’t mean it can’t be good or worthwhile.
8. You want another scoop of ice-cream? Go get it. Get three more scoops of ice-cream if that is what you want. “Fat” is not the opposite of beautiful and it is not the opposite of happy. Don’t let anyone tell you that your body type isn’t beautiful. Beauty is a social construct, create your own, become your own.
9. Let yourself be alone. Loneliness is not a bad thing. It is healthy and normal. Everyone needs to spend a good portion of their life alone. We learn who we are when we are alone; life is less crowded and more clear when we are alone.
10. If you aren’t happy where you are, change it. Quit your job, move, become a vegetarian, get a new hobby, pick up an old hobby, whatever you do - make sure it benefits you. Life is too short to not be alive, to not be passionate, and overflowing.
“Had Prozac been available last century, Baudelaire’s “spleen”, Edgar Allan Poe’s moods, the poetry of Sylvia Plath; the lamentations of so many other poets, everything with a soul would have been silenced…
If large pharmaceutical companies were able to eliminate the seasons, they would probably do so- for a profit, of course.”—
YES YOU SEE BECAUSE ANTIDEPRESSANTS MAGICALLY WIPE OUT YOUR ENTIRE CAPACITY FOR MELANCHOLY IN ONE FELL SWOOP LIKE YOU LITERALLY POP ONE PILL AND BOOM THERE’S A BIG SMILE ON YOUR FACE AND THEN YOU CAN NEVER WRITE POETRY AGAIN BECAUSE AS WE ALL KNOW IT’S ONLY POSSIBLE TO WRITE GOOD POETRY WHEN YOU’RE IN A FETAL POSITION DRY SOBBING AT ONE IN THE AFTERNOON AND WONDERING IF YOU’D HAVE THE EMOTIONAL ENERGY TO SHOOT YOURSELF IF YOU HAD A GUN GODDAM THOSE EVIL DOCTORS AND THEIR MEDICINE THEY RUINED LITERATURE FOREVER BECAUSE AS WE ALL KNOW LITERALLY NOBODY HAS EVER WRITTEN ANYTHING EVEN HALFWAY DECENT SINCE ANTIDEPRESSANTS CAME OUT ALSO FUCK THE POLIO VACCINE AND AIRPLANES FOR SOME REASON
How dare you attempt to stabilize your moods and rid yourself of daily suicidal ideation! Think about the poetry! Art! Things! Your depression? No not important, what’s important is that without your depression you can’t write or be creative so don’t take those pesky medications. How dare you not suffer every day with crippling depression and self-loathing!
OP is a piece of fucking shit that values somebody’s writing above their fucking life. OP can fuck off forever.
One of the stupidest, most dangerous myths about mental illness or drug abuse, that it fuels creativity and genius. So many of these people wrote their best works while sober and relatively stable mentally. And then addicts and people with mental disorders start thinking that they’re creative by default and that’s just a whole ‘nother mess.
if sylvia plath on antidepressants would have been unable to write things she wrote?? fucking good. no story, no poem is worth that. like galentine pointed out— sylvia plath died of her depression. are you seriously fucking telling me that her poetry was worth her death, because if you are then i don’t want to hear it.
and that’s, you know, pretending that “mental illness = creativity” isn’t a fucking poisonous lie. and it is, you know. many mentally ill artists created their best work in times of stability; others (van gogh) saw and do see their work as a refuge from their illness, something produced in spite of it and not because. i’m a writer; depression? destroyed my capacity for creativity, and i’ve felt so much more able to write since i’ve started my meds. and it really hurts, you know, to hear “depression lets you produce great art” when your depression isn’t letting you get out of bed. depression doesn’t give you magical insight. it’s a disease, not a gift.
antidepressants save lives, and your attitude towards them is harmful and vile and a bit evil, and in conclusion fuck you very much.
“If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.”—C.S. Lewis (via tricks-andtreats)