Me: I have PTSD.
My Doctors: Prozac!
Me: I’m still having panic attacks.
My Doctors: More Prozac!
Me: My hands are shaking so badly I can’t hold a pen, let alone write, and I have exams.
My Doctors: Propranolol, and more Prozac!
Me: I actually can’t breathe some of the time.
My Doctors: It’s the PTSD. Take more Prozac!
Me: I AM ALREADY TAKING THE LEGAL MAXIMUM.
My Doctors: …maybe you could consider CBT?
The Black Book of Colors by Menena Cottin
I stumbled across this while looking for a book for my cousin’s new baby. I was so intrigued by the whole idea. On each left page there was words written in braille and then again in white text. It was the description of colors, according to how a blind child would experience. On the right there were raised etchings of what each page was describing. It’s so beautiful.
One page in particular that really caught my attention was the one describing the color red. It talked about how red is how it feels to bite into a ripe strawberry, or the stinging on your knee after you fall down. Blue was the feeling of sunshine on your face.It’s just so astounding that someone managed this, as the idea of how to describe a color to someone who has no reference has always fascinated and baffled me.
(via luquos)
Adobé. I am still laughing.
(Source: imattemptinghealthy, via edwardspoonhands)
OUCH! BLATANT HERO
“THAT DESECRATER.” oh.
i also entered “ellen theresa” and got “LETHAL, SERENE.”
A POETRY THRASHES
My full name makes REMARK TRAGICAL ACHE
My name totally goes to Ole! Huge Pig
Label Inane Hell, which I actually think is pretty good advice.
(Source: thefuckwouldisaywhatfor)
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Aomame, 1Q84, Haruki Murakami
5’6…Not once ounce of excess fat…The left ear much bigger than the right, and malformed, but her hair always covers her ears…Lips formed a tight straight line…Small narrow nose, somewhat protruding cheekbones, broad forehead, and long, straight eyebrows…[Face is a] Pleasing oval shape…Extreme paucity of expression.
You’ll have to forgive me for being such a Murakami fangirl; I loved 1Q84 more than I have loved any book in a long while, and that is saying something.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lz8w6nhxko1r3ke0zo1_r1_500.jpg)
Aomame, 1Q84, Haruki Murakami
5’6…Not once ounce of excess fat…The left ear much bigger than the right, and malformed, but her hair always covers her ears…Lips formed a tight straight line…Small narrow nose, somewhat protruding cheekbones, broad forehead, and long, straight eyebrows…[Face is a] Pleasing oval shape…Extreme paucity of expression.
You’ll have to forgive me for being such a Murakami fangirl; I loved 1Q84 more than I have loved any book in a long while, and that is saying something.
From Sacrebleu Productions.
(Source: beatonna)
The problem is that I fully believe this, and thus have an ego the size of a house.
(via idiazsosa)
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee,—
One clover, and a bee,
And revery.
The revery alone will do
If bees are few.
