Oh Sharon Tate, why’d you have to meet such a terrible fate by the hands of such an insane man?
I remember my first year of college and how amazing it was to be surrounded by my passion. How each class expanded my knowledge and gave me new ways to look, well, everything. I felt at home. I felt comforted. For the first time in my life everything felt right. Four and a half years later and I feel the complete opposite.
My nights are haunted by the fear of tomorrow which leave me sleepless. My biggest fear was letting my knowledge go unused and right now, for now, that is exactly the case. This is not to say that I regret studying anything I have. I would be an aimless shell of a human if I didn’t pursue what I did and if I could go back in time I’d do it all over again. The plan I have takes time, taking a trait to support myself through a PhD, I’m just anxious to know how it ends.
Those thoughts lingers in my mind (where I’ll be / if I’ll be doing what I love / if my life even has a purpose) and the people in between aren’t helping. This includes everyone from family members to people I grew up with. Just because people know you since you are a child doesn’t give them the right to treat you lower than others. Just because I’m related to you doesn’t mean you can say anything you want about how I approach situations. I have talked openly in the past and it seems to be as directional as an Escher sketch. You don’t know how my mind is wired so take the same considerations I have and stop thinking how you feel about the situation and more how it makes others feel. It’s about high damn time I do something about myself.
Yes, I occasionally cough up blood. Yes, my arm gets pain when I think of these things. Yes, I’m finding gray hairs. No, I don’t sleep well. I’m starting to suspect I have serious anxiety problems which I plan on addressing to my psychiatrist the next time I meet with her. These problems are my own but it doesn’t mean I should put myself in any position that makes them worse. I plan on keeping things (more so) to myself seeing as though communication always leads to more frustration.
To anyone who has actually read this far, I’m sorry. The reason I post this here is because I need a place to write my thoughts and I can’t find my journal anywhere, and also maybe because I need to be able to revisit this statement so I know what to follow. Words in my black book get forgotten and burned. I may write more on here, might not, so it is still a good time as any to take precautions and run while you still can. You have been forewarned.
Screw society’s warped perception of gender roles! Us men made beautiful dames and my sister made a great man!
Common side effects of majoring in film may include excessive analysis of subtle themes, obsessive attention to technique, bouts of pronounced feminism and having normal people avoid seeing movies with you.
this. the truth.
My new sounds: The Tide. Relax and enjoy.
Hey guys, a close friend of mine made this relaxing track. It’s pretty good! Give it a listen and spread it!
Ok… so a lot of things in my life are scaring me. Things that I should be happy about make me terrified. Having said that, there’s one thing that has never failed me and that is film. A movie that makes me happy no matter what is Fellin’s retardedly amazing film about a film, 8 1/2. If you haven’t seen it you should. If you have seen it watch it again right now. If you are watching it right now shut up you’re lying because you’re reading this. Where was I? Oh yes. So I finally got it. Yup, the movie I love so much I didn’t bother getting because I’m dumb. The reason I got it was because someone awesome knows me really friggin well and even though I was aware this gift was coming my way it still made me smile getting it and then watching it and then rubbing it on my face apparently.
In honor of the last Bills game this season.
(Source: waitlolwut)
Start this year off right with words from a genius.
I need to get used to this.
Charlotte Gainsbourg - Master’s Hand
Take my eyes and paint my bones.
Drill my brain all full of holes
and patch it up before it leaks.
These memories come two by three,
and if I catch these master’s hands
could I spend my days on a discount revelry
- Charlotte Gainsbourg, ladies and gentlemen, once again proving that it’s not the quality of your voice that’s immensely important, it’s how you use it. Who knew such a great actress could be such make such an awesome Alternative album. I’ve been listening to it nonstop.