"Lack of motivation" is a generally misunderstood symptom of depression. It does not mean that I sit around thinking, "Oh, I’m so depressed; why bother to do shit I don’t want to do anyway." It means not that I lack discipline, but that there is a mental disconnect between my conscious mind, which says I want or need to do X, and the part of my brain which actually initiates activity. It prevents me from doing things I would very much like to do, as well as things I need to do, rather than indicating simply a lack of interest in doing things which are not immediately rewarding.

If you want or need to go somewhere, whether somewhere you’re eagerly looking forward to going, or somewhere routine, or to the dentist for a root canal which you may be much averse to but have nevertheless decided will leave you better off in the long run, and you get in your car, turn the key in the ignition repeatedly, yet the engine sputters but does not engage, this is not an indication that you don’t really want to go anywhere. It’s an indication that something is wrong with the equipment you need to transport you there.

I am fully capable of sitting for hours, thinking periodically, “I need to pee,” then, “I really need to pee,” and eventually, “Damn, I need to pee,” before being able to jump start the part of my brain which engages with the task of getting up and walking the ten feet to the bathroom, and initiates the movement which allows me to do that.

The more complex the task, the harder it can be, because a more complex sequence of actions must be, in some sense, imagined and targeted before the actions necessary to bring them about can be initiated. Most people are unaware that this process even takes place, because in a healthy brain, it occurs swiftly and automatically. In my brain, it does not.

chrisroberson:

shmurdapunk:

lacomeobejas:

latinagabi:

postracialcomments:

Ferguson 10/03/2014

Military operations

These people are in my thoughts ❤️

shit

people are going to die

Just because some of you stopped paying attention doesn’t mean this shit isn’t still happening.

diggys-daily:

Punk Ororo

Love it.

diggys-daily:

Punk Ororo

Love it.

(Source: gray37)

“Executive” “Action” transvestite Eddie Izzard

"Do you have a flag?"

(Source: underture)

nprfreshair:

Apparently it’s National Coffee Day!  Drink up. 
Check out npr’s coffee coverage. 

Owls & coffee, how can you go wrong?

nprfreshair:

Apparently it’s National Coffee Day!  Drink up. 

Check out npr’s coffee coverage

Owls & coffee, how can you go wrong?

(Source: driftingintheocean)


2am in Harajuku on Valentine’s Day night 2014.

This looks like a setting for a modern fairy tale….

2am in Harajuku on Valentine’s Day night 2014.

This looks like a setting for a modern fairy tale….

(Source: excdus)

kendrajbean:

"It was the first night of ‘Antony and Cleopatra.’ The play was over, and out of the stunned silence which followed the climax of a great tragedy there arose a wave of clapping. A moment’s pause, and then the red and gold curtains of the St. James’s Theatre were held back."Hand in hand two people stepped forward to the footlights. They bowed and quite simply, and without any formality, Sir Laurence Olivier bent forward and kissed his wife’s hand. A second later the curtain went up on the full company, and then the Oliviers did something I cannot recall having seen on the stage before. They turned right around and now one with their audience, bowed in thanks to the rest of the cast.
"These two gestures—the kiss and the bow th the company—gave the audience a hint of something rare in the theatre—the combination of a husband and wife who are devoted to the theatre, to each other and to their fellow actors."
 —Felix Barker, The Lives of the Oliviers, 1951

kendrajbean:

"It was the first night of ‘Antony and Cleopatra.’ The play was over, and out of the stunned silence which followed the climax of a great tragedy there arose a wave of clapping. A moment’s pause, and then the red and gold curtains of the St. James’s Theatre were held back.

"Hand in hand two people stepped forward to the footlights. They bowed and quite simply, and without any formality, Sir Laurence Olivier bent forward and kissed his wife’s hand. A second later the curtain went up on the full company, and then the Oliviers did something I cannot recall having seen on the stage before. They turned right around and now one with their audience, bowed in thanks to the rest of the cast.

"These two gestures—the kiss and the bow th the company—gave the audience a hint of something rare in the theatre—the combination of a husband and wife who are devoted to the theatre, to each other and to their fellow actors."

—Felix Barker, The Lives of the Oliviers, 1951

In what is now an annual tradition, I am off to cold read a monologue from a movie and then possibly sing jingles. This is in order to be cast in a play reading festival celebrating ancient Greek stories. Best audition of the year, every year.

Perfect movie is perfect.

(Source: donniedarkos)

gailcarriger:

sanfranciscohouses:

North Beach

Places I have visited.

Places I live near. (Actually, one of my friends lives in the yellow building.)

gailcarriger:

sanfranciscohouses:

North Beach

Places I have visited.

Places I live near. (Actually, one of my friends lives in the yellow building.)

(Source: sanfranciscohouse)