Hey there, you
This marks post 1000 on my blog. It’s grown and changed into a thing that I actually really like. Nowadays if my blog was someone else’s it would be an instant follow and I like that.
Personal posts are still rare but that’s because I basically do that elsewhere anyway. In long form on my other blog and in short form on twitter.
I have a humble 38 followers according the number tumblr shows but I know it’s actually a humbler less.
1000 isn’t much of a milestone for the average tumblr user but meh. This is where it’s at right now. And that’s ok.
"Some of us are in indeed attached, however ambivalently, to our disorders, and this is one of the reasons why: they are states of extremes, and they create extreme emotions in us. We get used to the thrills. We welcome them sometimes, and sometimes we even court them. We go off our meds; we do drugs that we know will exacerbate our highs; we drink to exacerbate both highs and lows; we get involved with people who feed into our illness; we don’t keep up with our mental health appointments; we don’t do the things that help keep our symptoms at bay; we rely too heavily on other people for things we could do ourselves, or blame things on our illness that are really our responsibility, and then we refuse help when we most need it; we do all sorts of things to destabilize our lives. And then, when we crash, we wonder what happened—and then we do it again."
- Sane, Marya Hornbacher (via jeou)
"But none of them realized as Dalí did that dreams are actually not indistinct and misty and floaty. They happen in the middle of the afternoon. Crystal clear. …And dreams don’t have a subtext. You don’t think in a dream. The most unusual stuff happens in the most unusal way. All in broad daylight with no shade."
- John Cooper Clarke, on Salvador Dalí (via nevver)
