if this were an actual emergency

To People Who Have Graduated College A Couple Of Years Ago

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Fri, 17 May 2013 01:32:57 -0400

A couple of years ago, (around this time although I do not remember the day nor does it warrant looking up) I, too, graduated college.

That’s right, you fresh crop of Facebook photo albums, I ALSO once carried a smart phone while frantically looking for my parents post-ceremony, lost in a sea of light cardigans and Ann Taylor mom pants. That’s right, you group shots of bright cheeks and “it’s weird that I hooked up with him and he got in this picture anyway!” I was there once. I held the diploma and then stuck it on my wall instead of burning or eating it. I did it as well.

Time, you devil. I look at these Twitter statuses, ye throngs of faithful social media mavens, displaying optimism and fear and all that lies in between—and I feel old. Well, not old in the way Rose was SO old she deemed it perfectly fine to drop a bajillion dollar necklace in the sea. Old in the way that my bread feels old: moldly, but still potentially usable.

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sugarylovewish: pinguinmitbrille: rotfuenf: A random ball pit...

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Mon, 22 Apr 2013 18:22:38 -0400

sugarylovewish:

pinguinmitbrille:

rotfuenf:

A random ball pit is set up in the middle of a city
And this is what happens as people approach it.

becoming—brina: thatbonegirl: silentcuriosity: Appalachi...

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sat, 16 Feb 2013 21:42:46 -0500

becoming—brina:

thatbonegirl:

silentcuriosity:

Appalachian English

The folk speech of Appalachia instead of being called corrupt ought to be classified as archaic. Many of the expressions heard throughout the region today can be found in the centuries-old works of some of the greatest English authors: Alfred, Chaucer, Shakespeare, and the men who contributed to the King James version of the Bible, to cite but a few. People of the Southern Appalachian Mountains (foothills) speak a dialect closer to Elizabethan English than any spoken today.

This is hilarious to me because these are words my mother uses on the daily

One of my nurses in labor & delivery used “cattywampus.”
Definitely one of the high points of the experience.

themattsmith: aatombomb: Ouch. Beat that, Corn. Every one of...

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sun, 03 Feb 2013 21:32:02 -0500

themattsmith:

aatombomb:

Ouch. Beat that, Corn.

Every one of these tweets is just an absolute treasure

Photo

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Wed, 30 Jan 2013 16:25:48 -0500

laughingsquid: Time-Lapse of Blooming Flowers

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Thu, 10 Jan 2013 19:10:03 -0500

laughingsquid:

Time-Lapse of Blooming Flowers

Happy Holidays, Bitches.

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Mon, 24 Dec 2012 15:04:23 -0500

Happy Holidays, Bitches.

visualgraphic: Dieter Rams: Ten Principles for good design

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sat, 15 Dec 2012 22:39:36 -0500

visualgraphic:

Dieter Rams: Ten Principles for good design

visualgraphic: Is my lifestyle

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 21:19:52 -0500

visualgraphic:

Is my lifestyle

Remember

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Mon, 10 Dec 2012 12:57:36 -0500

That some things, (and I’m talking about losses here, negative things, not positive ones) happen for a reason. And that you may have to mourn their loss, just like you would a death. You go through the same stages of grief just like you do when suffer any loss. The first time I was ever diagnosed with anything and was in therapy was after I threw a $30,000 Zoll monitor out of the back of an ambulance. I went and started seeing a therapist/ Psychiatrist after that. She diagnosed me with major depression and put me on Celexa. (At the time, I didn’t know it of course, but I really had bipolar and this threw me into some serious mania,but different story for another time) this came right after I didn’t get a job that I thought was in the bag, in my head I was moved to Charlotte, NC, working for MEDIC, living with my best friend and all would be well. I was thrown into a frenzy of depression. I slept some days all day, but would then stay up for four days straight, looking back, I was probably in a mixed state. I was, for lack of a better term having a nervous breakdown. Oh and on top of all of this it was final week in Art School. So there was that too, I was up all night finishing these projects for school. Mix, shake and out goes a very expensive piece of equipment out the back of am ambulance in quite and epic show of rage. I was given two weeks of medical leave to sort my head out. and I did. I grieved the loss of that job, was put on medication, and was okay for a while. All while slowly slipping more and more into mania, because of the Celexa.Now fast forward to today, I have a correct diagnosis. I am on the correct meds Been hospitalized once (med problems compounded by, yet another loss—another rejection, but I now realize this is a good thing, I didn’t get that job for a reason, I dont know what the reason is quite yet, but there is a reason. I just know it) I have a good PDoc and therapist. So its working out

ibelieveinjimmoriarty: This sums up my relationship with most...

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 21:23:32 -0500

ibelieveinjimmoriarty:

This sums up my relationship with most people I know.

Yup. Sums it right up. With a bow on top.

Photo

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 11:53:09 -0500

In 19 days I'm heading across an ocean

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 20:26:49 -0500

To motherfucking England to see Holly PN

That is all

timey-wimey-tennant: katherinearandez: cpcoulter: alexachelsea...

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sat, 08 Dec 2012 02:39:50 -0500

timey-wimey-tennant:

katherinearandez:

cpcoulter:

alexachelsea:

psychjournalism:

Common Characteristics of Natural Born, Freelance, or Career Writers

An “odd ball” childhood.

Writers tend to start off as peculiar kids. They never quite fit in with their classmates. Their abstract thinking begins early on, and it causes them to struggle to relate to other children and elementary interests. Future writers commonly start off as either lonesome or socially inept kids.

They were handed books as toys.

Naturally gifted writers are almost always reading enthusiasts. They have a further developed vocabulary and stronger syntax abilities because their scholastic experience goes beyond traditional curriculum.

They believe in the “All or nothing” policy.

Writers are often perfectionists that will edit until their eyes bleed or completely scratch an idea off the table. They tend to carry that trait into their other projects as well. The writer will either create something complete or nothing at all.

They take pride in their work.

Even if they need help, writers like doing their work 100% themselves without contribution. This is seen often in college, when the self-proclaimed writers don’t show up to office hours or ask for tutoring. Writers tend to treat even essays as a personal work of art. It’s their work, and it matters that it’s only theirs.

They are equally organized and disorganized.

A writer’s mind works in choreographed chaos. With too much chaos comes no productivity. With too much organization comes no passion. The writer has learned how to have the perfect combination of both.

They have both an ego and self-doubt.

-Enough ego to invest in one’s own thoughts, enough doubt to revise and rethink continuously.

They enjoy simplicity.

Hot coffee, music, and a sunrise could make their morning flawless.

They are observant.

Writers tend to learn about things from as many angles as they can. They’ll see the same sign for ten years and connect ten-thousand other separate things to the sign in that amount of time. They take in what they can and make a mental map of how things co-exist.

They recognize the importance of memories.

Writers learn how to utilize past moments as criteria for their work. A writer will not forget their first love, or heartache.

I know a lot of people who write, and they fit most if not all of these characteristics. :D

I feel like someone has disected me, and laid the contents of my soul out in this post.

This goes for most creative artsy people, not just writers.

On Dealing With Your Bipolar IV

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 19:54:02 -0500

Depression

She is a nasty little thing isn’t she. She keeps you in bed all day. She keeps you from showering and smelling like a horse’s ass. I know this one well. I know depression very well. In fact, so well I was misdiagnosed for years as having major depression and not bipolar. So I was put on many a antidepressants, this making the mania worse. It wasn’t until a psych resident in an ER asked about my family history and why exactly I was brought into the ER in the first place (a mental break down secondary to a break up compounded by being $1200 overdrawn on my checking account) where things added up. But that is a different story for a different time.
Depression is not just being sad. Depression is not being upset your boyfriend of two weeks broke up with you. Depression is weeks, months of inconsolable soul breaking brain weakness. You can’t do anything. Nothing makes you happy. It is a chemical imbalance in your brain, that with treatment can be helped. You take your pills, your see your therapist . But it is all on your sweetcakes to do these things. It doesn’t just go away. Like its little sister, Mania, Depression takes work to get out of your little sad circle. Go for a walk, get out of bed, take a shower, create something. But DO SOMETHING. AND AGAIN TAKE YOUR FUCKING PILLS

Held Together With Tape And Glue

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 14:52:00 -0500

Held Together With Tape And Glue:

so I’m not cluttering up my awesome personal blog with my all my bipolar stuff that I have been working on recently, I started a blog that is dedicated strictly to bipolar the treatment of. it is a heathly happy place, so no triggers or mean people allowed. Submissions are welcome as are questions. I’m new to this too.

On dealing with your Bipolar III

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 11:00:04 -0500

Mania

Oh man, mania is the fun one isn’t it? You are running on all eight cylinders aren’tch? No sleep needed. You have THE BEST FUCKING IDEAS. Medicines, who needs those? You feel fucking fine. Your brain is ON FIRE! But, see, here’s the thing, your brain is not meant to be on fire all the fucking time. It needs rest. It needs to relax, take the day off. Hell, take two. That’s why mania is so self destructive. The little squirrel in that is running around in your manic little brain is telling you that it’s okay to spend $900 at Target on absolutely nothing useful or binge drink to the point that you think sliding down a two story fire pole, this shattering your foot on your 27th birthday is a beautiful plan or stay up all night for four days straight or throw a $30,000 Zoll monitor out of the back of an ambulance.
Normal people see mania has being just “really happy” until something happens. With me it wasn’t until I was finally correctly diagnosed did the signs of my disorder become so crystal clear, as I am bipolar type II, so it was not full blown mania, but hypomania, a lesser form of mania. My depressive moods were more apparent.
So the biggest thing is learn your signs, learn to control, and learn to balance. Oh and for fuck sake TAKE YOUR PILLS

On Dealing with Your Bipolar

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 01:57:34 -0500

When you a close to some one who is Bipolar it can be like, for them, being the middle of a storm without any rain gear.

S. gets the brunt of the storm most of the time. In fact, when we met I had yet to be dianosed yet. to him, I was just some pretty redhead he saw sitting in his EMS station who looked interesting. Little did he know, his break up with me would send me to the ER and finally get me correctly dianosed as Bipolar. Nor did he realize, the huge part of my life he now plays in mine. I sometimes I think it tires him. The drama. The tearful phonecalls, the rambling text messages. But, he’s learned to deciper my good days from my bad days and my bad days from from CALL YOUR FUCKING DOCTOR BAD DAYS. He has stuck with me through the good days and the bad days, at first I thought it was out of obligation, that he was some how felt responsible “I went crazy” after we broke me. Now I realize it is now out of loyalty and love. He truly does care. He shows it sometimes in some strange ways. That he is not sure what do do. But, he has really stepped up to the plate. Telling me on the bad days, but not so bad days, to go make a “Happy Sandwich” (a peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich) and take an ativan. My parents at first were learly of him. but I think they have come around. He makes fun of my shoes and my picks on my blue hair. He’s different from me. But, That I am the same pretty little redhead he saw sitting in the EMS station a year ago he found interesting, I just have a few extra little quirks that he didn;t know about (hell, I didn’t even know about, if it weren’t for him) he’s learning to deal with me and my disorder. and I love him for it.

On Dealing With Your Bipolar Part II

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 01:56:54 -0500

Part II

I have bipolar, but I am not bipolar.

Contrary to what you might have all read about or seen on TV on all bipolars are crazy, manic, running about doing crazy, manic things. We are in fact, quite normal, and quite often high functioning adults. Most of us are highly creative, which is why you see many of us a writers or artists of some sorts. I am photographer, painter, and make altered books and jewelry I also write some. My mental illness does not define me. So you should not define me by my mental illness. My name is Brennan Phillips. I am an artist, photographer, former paramedic. I suffer from bipolar, but I am not bipolar. This does not define me a person.

Why you should be very sure you’re texting the right phone...

shutterpunk35mmphotography — Wed, 28 Nov 2012 12:08:57 -0500

Why you should be very sure you’re texting the right phone number after a drunken hookup.

Almost as embarrassing as spelling it “embarrising.” When a stranger accidentally sends someone an embarrassing text, that’s embarrassing. When the recipient of that text strings the sender along to see just how much more emabarrassing things can get, that’s art. After all that, is anyone else hoping these two hook up, fall in love, get married and have kids? It’d make for a great “how we met” story. “Your father accidentally texted me after drunkenly cheating on his girlfriend so I messed with him and pretended to have a video recording of him having intercourse. We then exhanged nude pics and agreed to get together and make that video for reals.”

Via Happy Place