I had a dream yesterday, where a friend gave me back a purse that I had given to them some time in the past for safekeeping, and when I opened it up and looked at the contents, I started crying. I had been fine without it, but when I got it back, I realized that there had been something deeply important missing. I was sitting on the floor while they sat on the couch patiently, and I was sobbing because I felt whole again.
I wish I could remember what friend it was, and what the contents were, but the memory is lost. The person was someone very close, though.
I don’t know if it’s just because I was drawing old characters last night, or if it’s my mood feeling better, or loneliness… Maybe just pretty indicative of my life right now in general.
I need to find what I’ve been living without, and become whole again. Or maybe I’m already doing just that.
I am a crooner, a screamer, a rapper, a chanter, a beatboxer and a growler. I sing English, Spanish, German and Portuguese. People ask me why I can’t just stick with one. My answer is, I sing from heart and my heart isn’t a one-way system. Fuck Genre.
—Mike Patton (via fyeahtylerglenn)
What if women had minstrel cycles instead of menstrual cycles? You’d just have a guy with a lute follow you around for a week every month and play you songs constantly?
My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)
#no but can you imagine if that was how you learned once a month you weren’t pregnant#by some dude singing songs about the victory of it#you wake up and he’s there and you are so happy#this dude becomes your favorite dude#but then you realize you haven’t seen your friend’s minstrel in a while#I mean everyone notices#like half the people are on the same cycle so for one week out of four your job is just flooded with fucking minstrels everywhere#the cacophony#but Mary over there is all alone#and she’s like my minstrel is late#but we all fucking know#her minstrel has gone off to find her a baby#a nine month journey he must make alone#and until he comes back there is no music in her life#what a glorious world this would be#I love the minstrels (@onionjuggler)
Now that my period is over I don’t feel like a lonely, unstable, emotional wreck. Ughhh. I think a lot of what I’m dealing with is hormonal.
I’ll have a week or two of being normal before I crack again. I’m so sick of this.
It feels odd to wake up and feel… normal, so much so that I want to question it- but I won’t. I don’t feel like I’m going to shake my foundations apart and just explode, and the clarity is almost terrifying.