My life.
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Marilyn Monroe, photographed by Milton Greene, 1954.
See, and this is such a good shot of her because it captures what most photographers never caught from Marilyn Monroe. Her humanity.
im-just-a-little-unwell asked: No offense to you AT ALL, but that's exactly what I mean, that I'm terrified that anyone who offers to read my story could've been telling me to cut myself 30 minutes ago.
Okay. You’re making a good point in kind of an extreme way so allow me to expand on it for you.
Sharing your writing is basically like handing your heart and soul out on a sliver platter for anyone to eat. And that verb is appropriate. Suddenly every criticism you receive is the worst insult to your work that you’ll ever have to swallow, and every critic becomes Simon Cowell, and not when he’s in a good mood. In screenwriting, they call editing “baby killing,” and that’s about the most accurate way to put how it feels.
All that to say, when you’re dealing with things like first drafts or any other number of drafts or basically anything you’re not 100% confident is totally ready to be publicized, don’t give it out to people you don’t trust. Honestly. You need gentle and helpful criticism from people that you know aren’t out to get you and you’re just not going to find that as commonly (if at all) on the internet. It’s rare enough to find it in person.
If you want a good, balanced opinion given well, I would look for fellow writers (and I mean actual fellow writers, not the people who just love to write and then don’t actually put out any material that wasn’t school-assigned) and good friends, though they don’t have to be both. People have come to me with story ideas or outlines or even fully written stories and I’ve barely known them otherwise. You’d be surprised how open the writing community is to fellow writers because, chances are, they’re going through the same things you are.
And just because I volunteer doesn’t mean that you have to show me squat, because you don’t really know me that well outside of this blog and you might not be comfortable exposing yourself to me like that right now, but that doesn’t mean I won’t treat your work with the respect it deserves if you do.
Neil Gaiman addresses the University of the Arts Class of 2012
I’ll be leaving this here for the next time I need to be re-inspired.
auto-reblog because I am a giant nerd. I reallyreally want the Ambiguity one.
Nice little grammar lesson for you here.
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“Being broke is a great motivating force for someone who wants to be an actress because you just have to keep going. But there were definitely times when I was, like, sitting on the subway after an audition that went terribly and writing in my journal that I’m a failure and I have to go back to waiting tables again. I have journal entries up until a week before I got cast on Funny People—which was the movie that kind of changed everything for me—but a week before that my journal says, “This is not going to happen.”
-Aubrey Plaza on life after NYU
Wrong album.
And that’s a shame, because The Battle of Los Angeles is really fantastic for quotes to spray paint on a wall.
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christian dubstep
in the name of the father
of the father
of the fatherthe son son son son
……..
and the holy ghost
WUB WUB WHIII WHIII WHIII WURRRRR WUR WUR WURR WUB WUB WIGGY WIGGY WURRRR WUR WUR WURR
congrats to zach braff and donald faison for having literally the perfect friendship
“May your hats fly as high as your hopes.”
Today, I graduated
I guess today is inaccurate. A little under eleven hours from now, I received my diploma onstage during the graduation ceremony, when it was still the twenty-seventh and I was still wondering just what on earth was going to happen later tonight. But after an excellent dinner from 5-7 that went so much better than expected and a successful rest of the day at Mary Helen’s house, coming home this late is totally fine by me.
And I mean successful in all senses of the word. We had fun. We got weird. We shared our deepest moments with each other. All of this came naturally. And I got things of my chest that I’d been wanting to say for so long. I’m so relieved. And, more importantly, I’m incredibly impressed at myself.
I realized today, when talking to the little kids and the oldest parents, the college students, and even my fellow friends and graduates, that I am finally an adult. Here I was, handling all these people and in such varieties of situations and so damn well, without having to think or second guess myself or make sure that I’m using the right tone of voice or saying the right thing or just not having anything go wrong while I was in my moment. I was so happy about that. I’m growing up, and doing a great job of doing it as well. Better than I ever expected. And I can’t wait to bring the new me into the world.
I think things are going to work out. I think I’ve come a long way. I think I wouldn’t change a thing. I think maybe that phrase they say on graduation is secretly a tongue-in-cheek jeer at who we are. Because who needs a hope that’s going to fall back down anyway when you’ve got character that transcends all boundaries of space and time?
Because it’s impossible to measure a moment before it passes, all we have, and all we are is memories.
Make a lot of them and make them count.
Psychologists Discover How People Subconsciously Become Their Favorite Fictional Characters
Psychologists have discovered that while reading a book or story, people are prone to subconsciously adopt their behavior, thoughts, beliefs and internal responses to that of fictional characters as if they were their own.
Experts have dubbed this subconscious phenomenon ‘experience-taking,’ where people actually change their own behaviors and thoughts to match those of a fictional character that they can identify with.
and this is why i am slowly but surely becoming karkat vantas
oh fuck
Erijake Ampengfish
I’ve been tapping out 4 eighths in a 3/4 time signature.
Uh oh.
Well.
That’s scary.
I’ll say it once, and I’ll say it again. I hope I never stop playing shows.
I played in three sets tonight. Guitar, bass, drums, and singing. And, I moshed. I moshed so hard that I actually had to stop and rest because I had done too much of it. Which has never happened to me before in my life.
What a damn good show. I played so freaking well and the crowd was loving every minute of it. I love playing music. I love rocking out to it. I love being a part of it. And I hope I never, ever stop playing shows.
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I legitimately have 99 problems and a bitch is all of them.
