Words just aren’t enough.
No. I don’t want this thing.
i think Paulina from danny phantom is the older Trixie tang
I wouldn’t be surprised
Woah woah woah, that means
Can we please not forget about this?
Wait then what if
i cannot accept this
done by same artists too are you serious
WASNT THERE THE IDEA THAT DANNY GROWS UP TO BE CHIP SKYLARK
people are worn away with
they hide in common
their concerns are herd
few have the ability to stare
at an old shoe for
or to think of odd things
like who invented the
they become unalive
because they are unable to
listen to their untrue
|—||Charles Bukowski, (via junebugskipping)|
|—||Daniell Koepke (via emilynoel)|
being told i was smart and above average from a young age was probably one of the worst things to happen to me because now i have a complex and question my entire existence when i dont excel at something right away
It turns out procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is often regarded to be. It’s a neurotic self-defense behavior that develops to protect a person’s sense of self-worth.
You see, procrastinators tend to be people who have, for whatever reason, developed to perceive an unusually strong association between their performance and their value as a person. This makes failure or criticism disproportionately painful, which leads naturally to hesitancy when it comes to the prospect of doing anything that reflects their ability — which is pretty much everything.
But in real life, you can’t avoid doing things. We have to earn a living, do our taxes, have difficult conversations sometimes. Human life requires confronting uncertainty and risk, so pressure mounts. Procrastination gives a person a temporary hit of relief from this pressure of “having to do” things, which is a self-rewarding behavior. So it continues and becomes the normal way to respond to these pressures.
Particularly prone to serious procrastination problems are children who grew up with unusually high expectations placed on them. Their older siblings may have been high achievers, leaving big shoes to fill, or their parents may have had neurotic and inhuman expectations of their own, or else they exhibited exceptional talents early on, and thereafter “average” performances were met with concern and suspicion from parents and teachers.
it’s really strange to think think that we’re all just background characters in other people’s lives, someone they walk past while rushing to be somewhere or bump into on their way to get coffee and these people all have their own problems and insecurities and lives and we’re not part of them. i just think about that a lot.
I wish it would be possible to dream together.. Like you’d go to bed and you’d meet with your friends from all over the world in an actual dreamworld and hang around in a city of treehouses in a lush forest with waterfalls and animals and perfection and just be happy I mean it would make life SO much more bearable