I know I haven’t posted anything in a long time.
But tonight I just need to vent.
No, I didn’t get in a fight, nothing horribly bad happened. I’m just having a mild panic attack. I do this, I let things build up and build up until I can’t take it. I’m snapping at people. i’m being mean. I’m rude, I can’t do this. I can’t take it. I’m sad. I’m frustrated. I need time. I need something. I need a trip. a hike. a day. I need time to get out of my own head. I need to run from the demons that I feel are devouring me. I feel like I’m just running in circles and nothings ever going to get better. I’m annoyed with the same people posting the same shit and doing the same stuff. complaining about the same things. I’m sick of the social networking, nobody cares what anyone else has to say anyway. I’ll be lucky if one person reads this. everyone wants to think that everyone on earth cares what they have to say, but sadly, that’s not the case. nobody cares what I have to say, or whats going on, becuase everyone cares that they’re going through something, their too engulfed with their own problems that they don’t realize the problems they bring to me are just being piled on top of mine, and everybody elses, I’m scared and anxious. I’m nervous and nothings ever going to really change that. I feel like I’m just sinking into a pit of nothingness, buried by problems I don’t really care about but I keep thinking of. because their the problems of loved ones. I try to hide mine, and act perfect all the time. and not get upset by something. because I can handle my propblems, but I’m having a difficult time with my problems and his problems and her problems and everybody else problems. it’s hard. and I can’t take it. nobody listens to me, because i don’t talk, because I don’t want people to be built up like me. this is a horrible feeling. I listen because I don’t want anyone else feeling like this. this is hard. I hate feeling useless and still having people try to use me. I’m worn out and tired. I need time. i need to be out of my head and out of my heart. I need out. this is hard. and it’s scary, and I don’t know how long I can keep of this lie about being fine. I just freaked out on my boyfriend becuase he asked me what was wrong and I decided not to lie to him. I’m just frustrated and lost. this is hard.
REBLOG THIS IF YOU ARE A PART OF TUMBLEDORE’S ARMY.
STOP SOPA, START SELF EXPRESSION.
It’s kinda scary how accurate this is in comparison
I’m just setting myself up.
I’m setting myself up all the time. and at this point I don’t even care anymore. fuck it. I’m already broken, why not shatter myself more? it’s cool.
I just saw this madness now…
18 December, 2011: The blogosphere is boiling at the cruel beating of a female protester by Egyptian military police, who continued battling protesters in Tahrir Square on Sunday. The clashes, into their fourth day now, have left 10 people dead and hundreds injured.The video uploaded on YouTube Sunday reveals the extreme cruelty of the country’s law enforcers during the crackdown on Qasr Al-Ainy Street just off Tahrir Square.
The army soldiers in full riot gear have been savagely beating a seemingly unconscious female protester with big sticks, kicking her and stomping on her chest.
Moments earlier she has been struck countless times in the head and body with batons, while being dragged by the soldiers. She tried to cover her head from the blows with her hands.
Blue bra’ girl brutally beaten by Egypt military video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mnFVYewkWEY&skipcontrinter=1It is things like this that need to be spread. May the people see this and be angry! Let them be outraged! And may that outrage and anger lead to the people standing up and putting a stop to these injustices.
Get angry.
I’m so angry that I’m going to reblog this in protest because I’m like, really totally mad.
We can’t like, hold an egyptian american ambassador hostage or something?
HOW IS THIS OKAY? HOW IS THIS A PLAN OF ACTION?
Bounce That Dick
THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY OMG!!!
I love this girl. I would shake my dick at her all day erry day. If i had one
Stupid little fucking slut!
She should just go die.. Some people are just so fucked up in the head!!!
I was happier than ive been in a long time
Dont mind the typos. Its currently five am and im on my phone. William.is.acting stupid saying he just feels like friends.now. And maybe thats all we should be. It hurts to know he feels this way and yet he wants to wait to break up until he knows for sure its me. He thinms it could be the fact that he doesnt have a job and hasnt for a while. It hurts so much for him to tell me that he dreads seeing me when we make plans and that he hopes.something would come up. I hate this.
Im losing the best thing thats happened in my life for a really long time. My heart hurts. My eyes hurt from crying. And all i can do is sit here and deal with.it. Im not going to beg.him to stay. Because if i did he.wouldnt be staying because he wanted too. Hed be staying because hed feel.obligated. What i want went out the.window when he told me he was unhappy.
Echolilia
All parents love their children. But what do you do when you can’t connect with them? In my case, I started making photographs of, and with, my son Elijah, who has autism spectrum disorder. This series—the title is from “echolalia,” a clinical term for the mimicking aspect of his condition—shows the bridges we’ve built on our shared journey of wonder, discovery, and understanding.
We began this project when Eli was five. He was doing well at school but fixating on odd things, lashing out, speaking repetitively. My wife and I couldn’t figure him out. Then I started taking pictures of him around the house. It was an instinctive act for a photographer: Point your camera at something in order to make sense of it. But a curious thing happened. As I documented what Eli was doing and creating, he became interested in the images I was making. I was learning how he thinks; he was learning what I like and value.
We soon had a system. Eli would do something unusual, one of us would notice, and we’d make a photo of it together. The pictures we took over three years were more raw and feral than anything I’d done as an editorial or advertising photographer. And more personal. This is, after all, the story of a father and his son.
Timothy Archibald’s book, Echolilia: Sometimes I Wonder, was published last year by Echo Press. See more of his work at timothyarchibald.com.
