You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. 

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. 

uuuuugh all I want to do right now is listen to the original cast recording of “A Man of No Importance” but it’s not streaming online anywhere and I can’t download it cause I still don’t have a computer. 

Originally Posted By therumpus

therumpus:

The Rumblr’s in-house astrologer, Madame Clairevoyant, presents her latest dispatch from the stars:

Virgo: Your thoughts have been racing inside you, maybe, working so hard to make sense of the world, working so hard to find a story that makes sense. This week things might start to settle. This week you might start to feel solid again. Things have changed inside of you, and this is a week for adjusting. It’s a week for being as patient as you can. It’s a week for practicing living until it feels natural and easy again. Your days might not make sense yet, but they will.

Your days might not make sense yet, but they will.

So I took my birthday off facebook a couple years ago because I’ve always hated feeling obligated to say happy birthday to people/I hate feeling like I have to respond to a lot of half-hearted lukewarm well wishes with a personal note. 

Usually I still get messages from the people closest to me: family, close friends. And after one person posts others will see it and post something too. 

This year halfway through the day I have heard from: my stepmom, my grandma, my aunt, my ex, a coworker I don’t really like, and two friends via text. Zilch on facebook. 

I know it’s a little hypocritical of me to be upset about this but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t, a little bit. I have no plans for today. No friends and I are doing anything, no special meals. Just work, and going back to my empty apartment.

And I know this is all pretty complainy but I promise that’s not the main point! What I REALLY want to know is, if I post one of those typical “Thanks so much for the Birthday wishes everyone!!!!” statuses on facebook when literally no one has wished me a happy birthday on facebook, will that be hilarious, or passive aggressively self-aggrandizing? 

12:27 pm

Trying to be thankful instead of negative.

:3

:3

Yoooooo I got some headshots (more to come woop woop)

Which should I use for my auditions this weekend?

Originally Posted By ahotpinkplague

For nearly three years I met a Jungian analyst weekly, then twice weekly, in an office of West Los Angeles.
One of the times we met, she said, “It seems as though your natural state is one of hiding, secrets, shame; it is where you possibly feel most comfortable. From the moment you began hiding your parents’ alcoholism from others,” she explained, “you drew the cloak of secrets and shame around your shoulders so that it became something you would wear, always.
I listened to her and tried to let the image sink in.
[…]
There were the infidelities, always preceding breakups with boyfriends and the periods of stable, pleasant, and even fulfilling relationships I exchanged for thick lust with someone else, like a smoke I could, and did, get lost in. For as long as I could remember, there were the secrets I found myself weaving with a lover or potential lover[…]
Secret-keeping. It’s what you know, what you’ve become used to, starting with your family,” my analyst told me. “It’s your inheritance.

from Excavation: A Memoir by Wendy C. Ortiz (bolded sentences my own emphasis)
Originally Posted By jordichins

rcmclachlan:

radiationdude:

NO. NO. I AM TWENTY-SEVEN YEARS OLD AND I AM CRYING BECAUSE I CAN STILL HEAR THE EXACT WAY SHADOW SAYS “PETER” AS HE COMES OUT OF THE FUCKING WOODS DON’T LOOK AT MEEEE

It’s too early to be out of bed and I actually just teared up at my desk. What is wrong with me? I can hear the music from this scene in my head.

(Source: jordichins, via recklessresonance)

I finally got some professional headshots done and the photographer has posted a couple on facebook and they are NOT getting enough likes. 

It’s rare enough I get pictures of myself, and rarer still that they’re GOOD. Come on.

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