I feel bad whenever I turn down writing stints because my gut says I shouldn’t. But my endurance/attention span doesn’t permit me to labor in front of the computer for more than 10 hours anymore. Writing is TEDIOUS. and draining.
unless it is fashion-related
PS: I’m reviving my tumblr and turn it into a photo and thought virtual dump yard while occasionally posting things about my fandoms.
Hello my tumblr
It’s been a long time.
I Badly Need A New Book
Yes. Right now.
This book-needy malady consumes me whenever there are so many upsetting things inundating at once that my whole being shuts down and refuses to take stock of things, take inventories of emotional injuries. I take to books on my most daunting days like a drunkard takes to alcohol.
It’s a refuge when the whole world fails on me. It hasn’t failed me so far. Even when I was reading the Twilight Saga.
You know you’ve made a huge impact on the planet when half the band has died and yet still, a recording of your lead singer can control the crowd like puppets and the moment you play two chords of a song a stadium filled with 80,000 people begin to scream and sing along.
My dentist once told me that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it was pulled out, you’re relieved, but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it wasn’t hurting you doesn’t mean you didn’t notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain. Therefore, move on and let go.
is your dentist also your therapist?