I have bipolar mood disorder and I get worried that I’m too reliant on my medication especially if the dosage goes up
Then I realized
NEUROTYPICAL PEOPLE ARE JUST AS RELIANT on the neurochemicals in my medication, it’s just that their bodies produce it and mine doesn’t, it’s not that I’m a bad person and idk this realization seems to have really helped me understand and not feel so bad about it?
I am no poet.
I am filled with comet dust, and meteorite ash,
Loved from the lungs up, and pushed from the knees down.
I’m beginning to think you are not a poet too.
Our orbit is too dangerous, I think.
We should be bumping into each other a little more often, I think.
Maybe, burning up a little faster when we make contact, I think.
If you were poetry, we’d be a little prettier,
A little less destructive, maybe something with
Flowers, and not unlivable conditions.
If you were poetry, we’d be a little gentler,
A little less explosive, maybe not the creation,
But the battles in between, the stars that never seem
To make it.
I am no poet.
Maybe I should be.
The Astronomer’s Guide To Love // e.k.c (via hotaliens)
Sean Hayes: During commercial breaks at The Tony’s tonight, the amazingly brilliant James Corden started up a Broadway-themed “commercial karaoke”. He asked for volunteers. Jake Gyllenhaal & I were happy to oblige with our rendition of “A Whole New World” from ALADDIN. #TheTonyAwards
what he means: Honestly the idea of men not being able to have emotions other than anger is really upsetting and an issue that needs to be addressed in our society. The hyper masculinity in our society that we teach to male children starting right as they are able to speak is an issue, we should be teaching kids that feelings are okay and that they should be able to express themselves in a healthy manner instead of bottling it up because "crying isn't manly"
Couple aesthetic:the short one tries to kiss the tall one,but they can’t reach up; so they gently stand on their toes,take the tall one’s neck
And DRAG THE MOTHERFUCKER DOWN.
IF I CAN’T GO UP,YOU’RE GOING DOWN WITH ME
Jane Porter had just graduated from Central St. Martins with a scientific illustration degree when her father surprised her with an incredible opportunity. He wanted Jane to assist him in his research of African gorillas in the Congo rainforest for the rest of the year.
It was one thing to spend your weekends sketching animals at the zoo, but to leave her life in London and go the the dangerous depths of the jungle where she’d be face-to-face with ferocious beasts and the possibility of being lost forever and who knows what else… It was reckless and dangerous, to say the least.