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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor

 

titan-of-stone: “ preposterousw: “ into-the-sarchasm1: “ arianna738: “ My phone’s camera accidently started doing a vertical panorama. Decided to give it a go and got this really cool pic! ” Dang ” “Do you love the color of fire?” ” Sometimes I...

titan-of-stone:

preposterousw:

into-the-sarchasm1:

arianna738:

My phone’s camera accidently started doing a vertical panorama. Decided to give it a go and got this really cool pic!

Dang

“Do you love the color of fire?”

Sometimes I forget everything is made from bits of stuff that the stars are made of, and this makes me feel warm inside.

capwak asked
Do you ever struggle from professional depression? "my stuff isn't good enough, i'll never be as good as so n so" how do you get passed it? And do you turn it into a strength and motivator to work harder/smarter etc?

brianmichaelbendis:

everyone has doubts.  everyone falls into the darkness pit… everyone. 

but those who refuse to let it paralyze them, those who refuse to let it define them, those who get out of their own way… succeed.  

its kind of a test. a mental test.  if you can push past this and any other obstacle in front of you, you can create.  and then you will feel accomplishment, and then you will have contributed… not only to the culture but to your own mental health. 

every time i wrestle an issue or project to the ground, every time, i feel like a more whole person.  the feeling of accomplishment beats the feeling of doubt. because one is earned and the other is in your head.

BUT use the doubt… to not suck.

so, i’m basically saying… just decide to.  remind yourself nothing is standing in your way but you.  so stop.

and as i have reminded people many times. whatever your fear is:  fear of failure , fear of success, fear of embarrassment, fear of misunderstanding… whatever it is… over the years it has all happened to me.  i have fallen on my ass in public, i have been threatened by less evolved people, i have been raked over the coals just because it was my turn…

and i’m still here.  still standing. every bad thing that can happen to a creative person has happened to me and i’m still on my feet and still making comics with my pals.

all that really mattered is i made my stories. and they are out there. 

and if you fuck up… you’ll do better next time.

don’t get in your own way!!

iwatchtoomuchhockey: “ morganfrederickrielly: “ bennguinn: “ morganfrederickrielly: “ sinbinkings: “Once I find a reputable fundraiser for this tragedy I’ll be sure to post it. This is fucking heartbreaking. ” There’s a GoFundMe available for the...

iwatchtoomuchhockey:

morganfrederickrielly:

bennguinn:

morganfrederickrielly:

sinbinkings:

Once I find a reputable fundraiser for this tragedy I’ll be sure to post it. This is fucking heartbreaking.

There’s a GoFundMe available for the Humboldt Broncos.

Also if anyone in the Saskatchewan area is available to donate blood at your local clinic I urge you to do so.

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this company is also selling these shirts to raise money for the families

http://www.bringhockeyback.net/product/we-are-all-humboldt-hockey-fundraiser-shirt-shipping-included

^^^^^ Damn right, lets raise some serious funds for these guys!

Everyone let’s come together and raise some money for these boys and families!

romanovsa:

(insp.)

pleasurewizard:

The More You Say, The Less You Are

I’ve run out of clever ways to say

Everything I feel.

I’m a nervous person.

I’m a difficult person.

I’m an imperfect person.

I have caused hurt and been hurt.

I have known home and lost it.

But if my greatest crime was caring too much

Then I suppose I’ll take the consequences

Of a blind judge.

neurofish:

when you’ve mastered the art of being quietly mentally ill, especially at a young age, being loud only ever feels wrong

Hidden heart and clouded thoughts. My own words cut deep. Friendships seem broken as the bones beneath our skin.

My own burden, provides the downfall.

All hail the destroyer of my world, my reflection in a mirror.

Wrote this awhile back.

Why do I continually get my hopes up, only to have my heart broken?

Why do I keep pushing the knife in deeper.

I allow myself to fall too quickly, to be too open. I silently scream as despair comes nearer. And yet I sit and watch as my dreams crash all around me, as if they are glass shattering. Through all the heart wrenching and the pain I try to press on. To live with a broken heart. Such will be my legacy. He who gave, but did not get.