Days seem like weeks to me. Days are weeks.
Loving Vincent (2017) dir. Dorota Kobiela & Hugh Welchman
Poor Grandma
this is seriously the one time I wish a video has sound.
Brilliant.
What the hell is this? :O
Me at 1000 years old
What do we say to the God of Death?
Not today.
I haven’t seen this post in YEARS so I forgot what it’s like. I nearly screamed.
if ur gonna date me u gotta be comfortable with a lot of casual silence bc i just never fucking talk
yet another underrated grumps moment!
“mayhaps that might have not been our best work as improv artists”
im in awe
So.
The Sound of Silence is probably one of my favorite songs ever. When speaking of the “true” Simon and Garfunkel version (as opposed to the version where they added background music to in post to make it more “pop radio”), it’s a song that gives me chills.
Disturbed is not a band that I really enjoy. I remember in college, my (now) wife gave me a copy of a Disturbed CD, because she had two for some reason. I tried to listen to it, I really did. Didn’t do anything for me.
But this? Holy fuck, this is stunning. This is amazing.
This gives me chills.
Holy shit, you have to listen to the whole sing.
I have chills.
Holy SHIT.
This is the band who did “Down With The Sickness”????
UM?????
If you stop before three minutes you’re missing the truly mind-blowing bit
I’m almost angry about how good this is
ahh … ha ha. oh god. ye good ole fear of abandonment.
also, for the record, you can reblog even if you don’t have bpd. I understand a lot of people with different disorders may feel these things, even though we experience them differently. so you are allowed to reblog!
Just in case you needed a reminder of how big wolves actually are… because sometimes when there’s no context for size, I tend to think of them as a lot smaller than they really are.
La Dispute // Andria
You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile.
Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why
So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen,
trying to figure out what my head thinks,
but my head just ain’t what it used to be.
And then again, what’s the point anyway?
I remember you ascending all the stairs up to the balcony
to see if you could see me - hidden quietly away
And I remember the skin of your fingers,
The spot three quarters up I’d always touch when I was out of things to say.
You held my hand, but you were too afraid to speak and I could never understand.
I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear,
that not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand,
And I remember how you smiled through the smoke
in a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes.
And I remember the way that you dressed and,
how we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat
And I remember when I knew that you’d be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing
and I bet if I had to do it all again, I’d feel the same pain,
And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears.
How I wept to god in fits. I’ve hated airports ever since.
It must be true what people say, that only time can heal the pain.
And every single day I feel it fade away, but -
I still remember how the distance tricked us,
and lead us helpless by the wrist into a pit to be devoured.
I still remember how we held so strong to this,
though we had never really settled on a way out.
I still remember the silence, and how we’d always find a way
to turn and run to our mistakes.
I still remember how it all came back together just to fall apart again.
My dear, I hear your voice in mine.
I’ve been alone here, I’ve been afraid, my dear.
I’ve been at home here. You’ve been away for years. I’ve been alone.
I breathed your name into the air; I etched your name into me.
I felt my anger swelling; I swam into its sea.
I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear.
It tore the wiring of my brain; I did my best to keep it clear.
So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head.
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead.
If I can’t love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend.
And I will lay a bed before you; keep you safe until the end.
Attachment Disorder
Attachment disorder is where a child or adult is unable to form normal healthy attachments. This is usually due to detrimental early life experiences - such as neglect, abuse, separation from their parents or primary caregivers (after six months of age and before three years of age), frequent change of caregivers, and lack of responsiveness from their caregivers.
Symptoms vary depending on age. In adults, they fall under one of two categories – either avoidant or anxious/ ambivalent personalities. These are summarized below.
1. Avoidant
· Intense anger and hostility
· Hypercritical of others
· Extremely sensitive to criticism, correction or blame
· Lacks empathy
· Sees others as untrustworthy and unreliable
· Either sees themselves as being unlovable or “too good” for others
· Relationships are experienced as either being too threatening or requiring too much effort
· Fear of closeness and intimacy
· Compulsive self-reliance
· Passive or uninvolved in relationships
· Find it hard to get along with co-workers and authority figures
· Prefers to work alone, or to be self employed
· May use work to avoid investing in relationships
2. Anxious/ Ambivalent
· Demonstrates compulsive caregiving
· Problems with establishing and maintaining appropriate boundaries
· Feels they give they give more than they get back
· Feels their efforts aren’t noticed or appreciated
· Idealizes people
· Expects their partner to repeatedly demonstrate their love, affection and commitment to them, and the relationship
· Emotionally over-invests in friendships and romantic relationships
· Are preoccupied with close relationships
· Overly dependent on their partner
· Believes that others are out to use them or to take advantage of them
· Fears rejection
· Is uncomfortable with anger
· Experiences a roller coaster of emotions – and often these are extremes of emotion
· Tends to be possessive and jealous; finds it hard to trust
· Believes they are essentially flawed, inadequate and unlovable.