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Joan of Arc came back as a little girl in Japan, and her father told her to stop listening to her imaginary friends.
Elvis was born again in a small village in Sudan, he died hungry, age 9, never knowing what a guitar was.
Michelangelo was drafted into the military at age 18 in Korea, he painted his face black with shoe polish and learned to kill.
Jackson Pollock got told to stop making a mess, somewhere in Russia.
Hemingway, to this day, writes DVD instruction manuals somewhere in China. He’s an old man on a factory line. You wouldn’t recognise him.
Gandhi was born to a wealthy stockbroker in New York. He never forgave the world after his father threw himself from his office window, on the 21st floor.
And everyone, somewhere, is someone, if we only give them a chance.”
— Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via dobslovearmy)
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When my depression was getting bad I made myself write some of my favourite things I could think of. I’ll probably add more to this list in the future, but here they are:
Analogue photography, brown jackets, forests, small animals, liquid eyeliner, beer, brogues, tea, nice vegetarian/vegan meals, tight hugs, films that make you feel something/change your perspective even if for a short period, conversations that occur during after hours, the moon, air blowing on my face/hair when the window in the car is down while watching the world go past, becoming short-term best friends with people when “under the influence”, the smell of a rainforest, cute underwear, spontaneous events, lying on the grass, getting excited over buying presents for people because I know just what they’d like, lanterns and fairy lights, night-time adventures, kissing someone I like, finding quotes, paragraphs, sentences, poems and words that I think are beautiful and that I understand, sweet and sad folk songs, british humour, good cinematography, beanies, the colours blue and green, playsuits, not wearing pants, flailing, screaming and just being animatedly involved in a video game or a horror movie, sneaking into theatres, chai lattes, dramatically dancing whilst cleaning, going into T2 just to try all of the samples, looking at old photos and laughing, suede shoes, torturing myself with appropriate sad music to fit the occasion, thrift shopping, any Nintendo 64 Mario game (and abusing Peach in every one), going to Timezone and managing to get plastic balls everywhere, when everyone stops to watch the fireworks, when people I buy coffee from remember me and know my name because I buy too much, going to the cinema for a better movie experience, visiting a cafe with someone, bright blue skies, the hills, vintage dresses, swimming at night, how small babies are, lying on the roof, running about like a loon in the rain, going to dodgy pubs, frilly socks, actually laughing out loud when watching a tv show, ponchos, the stars, photobooths and posing ridiculously, the scene of the 1960s, eating cereal for dinner, attempting to sing along to Sigur Ros, claiming I like “alternative” music not quite getting what that term is supposed to mean, peoples creativity, well done music videos, watching a movie with someone and doing commentary throughout, lemon, lime and bitters, big ugly sweaters, getting inspired by documentaries on photographers, the art of documentation, slightly weathered houses, coats, having new experiences, karaoke and dance games, discussing a dumb idea with someone, realising it’s a dumb idea and proceeding to do it anyway, sunny afternoons, floral designs, cookies and cream, parks and gardens, humour that is so lame that it’s hilarious, books that have the ability to ruin me emotionally and feeling as though I connected and cared for the characters, when the light through my window projects a flickering pattern on my wall, laughing so hard I start crying and fall to the floor and just kind of stay there for a while, verbally abusing inanimate objects because they won’t do what I tell them to (e.g. cameras), people who are always so nice and lovely, getting popcorn all over the seats, still finding some immature things hilarious, blanket forts, completely smashing randoms on dodgem cars and feeling like an unstoppable badass behind the wheel, when I think about the fact that there’s so many wonderful people that exist all over the world that I’ve yet to meet, when people are truly passionate about something and it just radiates from them, drunken honesty, when sadness creates something beautiful.
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