I wish that there was a socially acceptable way to say, “I’m having a bad mental health day and need you to pay attention to me,” without alienating everyone.
or: “I’m having a bad mental health day and need to be on my own for a while so please don’t be mad if I cancel our plans on short notice.”
i just want to add that if you feel you can’t tell your friends that you need their friendship and attention that day, that you’re having a bad mental day…
dump them…they’re not real friends…trust me, i have been there, and now i only share myself with people who fucking earn it…
sidebar, how epic would khodchenkova have been as Amora…mind you she’s epic as everything!
→ Tony Stark/Iron Man- ‘A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist’
i was talking to my skaski and a couple of other people about this poem and wanted to share it! Written by Victor Hugo, author of Les Miserables, it is a poem about visiting his daughter’s grave, while living in semi-exile in England in 1847.
i apologise in advance, i don’t have any accent keys on my keyboard so i know any french speakers will be sickened by the grammar!
Demain, des l’aube, a l’heure ou blanchit la campagne,
Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.
J’irai par la foret, j’irai par la montagne.
Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps.
Je marcherai les yeux fixes sur mes pensees
Sans rien voir au-dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit.
Seul, inconnu, le dos courbe, les mains croisees,
Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit.
Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,
Ni les toiles au loin descendant vers Harfleur,
Et quand j’arriverai, je mettrai sur ta tombe
Un bouquet de houx vert et de bruyere en fleur.
Tomorrow, at the hour when dawn bleaches the countryside,
I will go. You see, I know you wait for me.
I go past forests, i go past mountains.
I cannot keep away from you anymore.
I walk with my eyes fixed on my thoughts.
Without seeing anything, without hearing a sound.
Alone. Unknown. Back bent. Hands crossed.
Desolate, and the day for me is like night.
I will not see the golden sunset fall,
Or the sails on distant descent upon Harfleur.
And when I arrive, I will lay on your grave
A bunch of green holly and heather in bloom.
I’m always really confused when Ray Stevenson ISN’T a Roman soldier or a viking or something. I can’t handle him dressing like a normal person.
have you seen The Other Guys? great movie and Ray Stevenson has a south african accent (kinda!) it’s like “Titus pullo, whatchu doin’?”
hope y’all are well!
just so you’re up to speed, i now ship both caroline and rebekah with Derek Hale, as he needs a nice girl and they deserve better than Mystic Falls can offer…
i also could use someone to get me past the Bunker level of LittleBigPlanet…i’ve been on it a week of playing every day (using video games to deal with anxiety…now that’s new and ground breaking…) and keep getting electrocuted!
if my absence continues, please have a great winter! relax into the darkness, eat what you like, decorate your home and celebrate life and light, whatever faith you have or don’t have!
if anyone follows my youtube channel, i’m also doing a few disney and non-disney animation fanvids! it’s BobbinandGuidoShow and that right there is a lesson in naming internet handles after fandoms…
Banner: But why me and why Sesame Street?
Coulson: Well, they are colorful creatures. You know… like… the Other Guy.
i’m not saying i “real-life ship”, but it’d just cut down on so much manipping time if they’d at least WORK TOGETHER!
I got a little bored with my last desktop background, so I figured it was time for a change. Thanks to a neat little wallpaper find and some tweaking with my desktop with GeekTool, I scrounged up a “S.H.I.E.L.D. Remote Console” desktop.
The text on the screen updates when the date and time changes, things are added to my ToDo list (I had today off, hence empty), as my network connectivity changes, and as my battery life on my computer goes down. I think for a little under an hour messing around with fonts/font color/scripts/shell placement, it doesn’t look half bad.