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Morse Code A Visual Guide

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Art is just another form of screaming

Julietta Argon, 1998 (via retro-spective)

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I want more, not in the sense that you aren’t enough, but in the sense that you’re exactly what I want, as much as I can get.

B. E. Barnes (via hushed-words)

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The Thing About Never Being Loved

Here’s the thing about first-time lovers, they don’t know what the hell they’re doing. And never-time lovers know everything and have no one to practice on. We suck down our cardboard throats and beg god that isn’t how we end.

The hardest part of never being loved isn’t knowing what we are missing out on or fearing that we always will.   It’s finding it like a slap in the face and defining every piece we’ve ever hoped for into one man. 

That’s a lot of pressure for one man. 

Here’s the thing, we hold his hand and it’s the closest equivalent we have to sex. We meet his lips and it’s like meeting a future kiss. And he isn’t the same to us after that.

His eyes aren’t windows anymore,  they’re the first eyes to adore us. When we say we want to drown in them, we mean they’re the first to really see us.

And it feels good to finally be noticed. Our whole lives depend on that one moment.

The thing is, our vision changes when we’re waiting on a dream. We turn a human into a blessing, he’s the horizon we have begged for.

It terrifies us. Because no matter how hard we love, we always end up shattering anyways. 

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Don’t let your heart fool you. There are those that will gladly help you become full, and those that will gladly take from you until you’re empty. Not everyone is as beneficial as you think.

Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (303/366)

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“If you love something you have to let it go.” Well, I guess I’ll just have to hate you then.

(via mypenleaksiridescence)

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23 Emotions People Feel But Can’t Explain

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

Source John Koenig, writer and creator of The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.

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Bob Ross

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Haha. I love this app. It's so random.

#ditty #ditty app #who dis

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The Thing About Being a CNA

Let’s get the most common one out of the way: We change diapers.

We also brush their teeth, bathe them, feed them, help them change clothes, etc. We assist them with just about anything they request (be it safe for them and within legal/monetary/moral limits).

Sometimes they hit us. Why? Usually they have some form of dementia. They do not understand what is happening and they freak out. Or other times they can be alert and oriented but they are angry that they are “a fucking vegetable now”. So they lash out. (I like to believe that they usually feel bad about this afterwards– regardless of mental state.)

Other times, they say thank you.

After a while of having you as an aide they build a relationship with you and form trust. After all, you see them naked on a daily basis and you are literally the hand that feeds them. They start to tell you their life stories (if they remember them). You meet family members as time goes on and they make their daily, weekly, monthly, yearly visits.

A resident starts to love you. You hold their hand when they are scared and hug them when they cry. They make a place in your heart. They become unofficial family members.

That’s the thing about being a CNA. It’s hard work. Nothing is glamorous. You are underpaid and overworked. But you aren’t a CNA for the wages. You are a CNA because of those relationships that you crave so much. You have so much love in your heart that you have to spread it around.

CNA to CNA: We are tough outside but soft on the inside.

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Everything I Wish I Could Say To My Mother

Giving birth to someone doesn't make you a parent. Getting with a shitty partner, having a child with said shitty partner, and then staying with said shitty partner while you're having to support your child and shitty partner single-handedly doesn't make that child indebted to you forever. What does make you a parent is being there for your child. Helping them grow on a stable foundation, even if that foundation is a little off-kilter in areas. Spending time with them to teach them how to reduce fractions instead of making them feel bad about how hard you have to work everyday so they can eat. Instead of telling them you never wanted to have them. Instead of telling them to leave you alone, you're busy. What does make your child, or anyone for that matter, indebted to you is being there for them when no one else wants to be. Being their confidant; Emotional support when things get so scary they lose focus; Telling them they are beautiful when they can't stand the person they see in the mirror; Helping them reach their potential or develop a dream, no matter how small. If you don't even attempt those things, and instead want to focus on how great of a party you can throw, how many vacations you can go on, or how cool you can make your backyard look, while simultaneously betraying or using your child to achieve nothing but your own ego - tickling selfish desires, you're not a parent. You're a college dropout wannabe that probably never went TO college, and instead was spending time getting high or having drama with your "baby daddies". Meanwhile your kid was daydreaming about not making your mistakes and learning how to tie their shoes from a tv puppet. If you still love yourself more than you love those fragile lives you created, intentionally or not, you have failed as a parent. End of rant.

#motherhood #love #parenting #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #spilled words #late night

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Things get weird when I paint.

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Can you please spread this as far as it will go? 

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All Sikh Temples in Paris have opened their doors to victims of the attack/those seeking safety and shelter and are using twitter hashtag #PorteOuverte, please signal boost this so people are aware