Why Bother?

Same as usual, I had feelings so I made a playlist. You can download it and feel my feelings with me.

1. Sixty Eight - The Ready Set
2. Dearest - Buddy Holly
3. Falling For You - Weezer
4. The Suggestion Box - Aqueduct
5. Fever Dream - Iron & Wine
6. The Fear You Won’t Fall - Joshua Radin
7. Hold Me Down - Motion City Soundtrack
8. Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh - Bright Eyes
9. Cemetery - Say Anything
10. I’ll See You When We’re Both Not So Emotional - American Football
11. Reconstructed Boy - Elsa Rae
12. All We Ever Needed - The Early November
13. Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths
14. Talking Bird - Death Cab For Cutie
15. The Boy Who Blocked His Own Shot - Brand New
16. These Arms Of Mine - Otis Redding
17. All I See - Lydia
18. Things I Don’t Do - Paul Baribeau
19. Somebody That I Used To Know - Elliott Smith
20. Dream Catcher - A Will Away

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I'm (Not) Crazy

For those of you interested, I’ve decided to start another blog. Again. Actually not on Tumblr for once, though.

This time around I’m blogging about mental illness.

So, if you’re interested in reading about that, here it is.

bartimanus:

wontonpoop:

Pretty girls with long hair!! Stop cutting that shit off!! Boys don’t wanna date girls with boys haircuts!! Sorry!!

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i have not even left the airport yet and i already miss my cat.

I just love it when I have a fuck ton of work to do during a depressive period.

It feeds into itself, y’know? I have a ton of work, so I’m stressed. Being stressed makes my depression worse. Depression makes me incredibly unmotivated, so no work gets done. The closer I get to my deadlines with no work getting done, the more stressed I am.

Long story short, I feel terrible and school is hard and I am kicking myself for never making that appointment with disability services.

unnecessarily-apologetic replied to your post: I miss being poeticretellings. I feel sort of…

Not that my opinion matters, but I liked poeticretellings a lot better. There was just something about it, but I can’t quite put my finger on what it was. By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask: is there a story behind honeycomb-defeat?

Yeeeeah, I think I am almost definitely going back.

But uh, as far as the story behind honeycomb-defeat goes, it is really not all that interesting. It’s a line from a poem that I wrote last semester, right around the time I did the url change. It means literally nothing, and is totally a made up nonsense phrase that happened to be the right number of syllables for the line. My professor really lobbied hard to get me to cut it because it is so nonsensical. This only made me like it more. So, then when I needed a new url in a pinch it was just like…uh, well, this works I guess.

For those that are curious, the poem (which is about to get major edits later today, actually) is here:

ALWAYS THE SAME SONG

I can’t say that he had a shot in hell, for all

the blood he lost in trying to catch starry-

eyed glances before they fell from fingertips

that never follow. Sing, Colorado,

cry things I can’t say. We’re still Otis Redding

summer night, cigarette kiss that never fades.

Go back to honeycomb defeat,

eyes wide for fresh water lies, and a kind of heat.

C’mon, stereo soldier, no time for wise.

What once was, wants to be, never will be,

hold us close. In your breath, I found the sea.

retrogasm:

Presenters Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly wait backstage at the RKO Pantages Theatre during the 1956 Academy Awards.

I miss being poeticretellings. I feel sort of weird and not like myself the longer I go with the new url.

Will have to think on this a bit more, but if I suddenly switch back don’t be surprised.

Uh, yeah, so I don’t think I really need to say this, but I clearly haven’t been spending a ton of time on this blog lately.

I’m busy, and on the other blog a lot, and also I just got into a new romantic thing and am therefore spending a large amount of time sending mushy text messages and staring adoringly into his eyes.

Don’t expect me to be around much is what I am saying. I still love you all dearly I just accidentally got a life outside the internet. Oops.