Blythe Baird, From If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns From A Hot-boxed Jeep”

BTS SOCIAL MEDIA SERIES → Chapter 1: Reflection of Youth (insp) // (detailed breakdown: PLEASE READ!) 

BTS member namjoon recently went on tv and mentioned out of nowhere that he's single and wants a girlfriend — and now, instead of the expected "i volunteer!!!!" and "he's talking about me!!!!!" tweets, his own fans are just.....

we've done it. we've reached post-delulu stan twitter

he looks so good in all black 😵 

for @jung-koook​ ♡ (cr. namuspromised)

bonus: 

Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.

-Charlotte Brontë

A DAY BEFORE MY BDAY HELLO? KIM NAMJOON SIR?

OMG NAMJOON IS COMING 😭

WATCH ME HOLD THEM UP TO THE LIGHT AND NOT EVEN FLINCH

“You can say anything and I will not abandon you.”

So um I've never done this before but I have a theory about Macbeth that I really wanted to get more opinions on☺️.

So basically many people already know about how Macbeth may have PTSD and I want to take that further by saying that Banquo also had PTSD and they both hallucinated the witches.

First of all only these 2 characters were said to have had any interactions with the witches, so taking that what if these witches were only saying what Macbeth and Banquo wanted to hear. As in their deep inner thoughts. It is hinted that Macbeth would have loved to be king so it is possible that the witches were the bit inside if him that was his greed (I'm sorry idk how to explain this very well) and also this would not have been the only time Macbeth hallucinated, the dagger if the mind and Banquo at the banquet scene. So I see nothing against them being hallucinations especially if it is confirmed that he could've imagined humans during the banquet scene. Also little bit that during the banquet scene Lady Macbeth says that this is an old sickness from childhood and even though it's just an excuse it still goes so why not.

Now with Banquo he had a great heart so despite the fact that he didn't get to be king but his son does, he takes no action on the matter unlike Macbeth. So he also could've wanted that deep down.

It is also hinted that Lady Macbeth has lost a child and I think that it could have had some sort of mental illness too.

According to this random website I found online she had symptoms similar to PTSD so she could also be hallucinating or not in her right mind. We see this where she says "Out damned spot..." trying to get the non-existent blood out of her hands. Also it says guilt. Guilt that she felt after killing King Duncan. This probably really messed her up (as we saw) and might have been the overload that caused her to die (cuz we don't know the real reason).

So yeah that's my theory. Um, I'm not really sure what I was trying to prove but yeah.

Smashing Pots

Every now and then, people ask me if I should go to art school, and I usually say something like “Do you want to go to art school?” and if they say “Yes,” then I say “Yes,” and if they say “No,” then I say “Don’t.” This is why I am a crappy source of career advice.

However.

There is ONE class that I think nearly every writer, artist, and creative type out there would benefit from, and as it happens, it’s ceramics. Preferably with a strong wheel-throwing component.

No, really.

Back in ceramics class, in college, at the end of the year we would gather up all our dishes and pots and sculptures that we had labored over for weeks—and you really do labor for weeks, because you’re sculpting and drying and firing and glazing and firing again—and we would look at them. And what we generally realized was that we had created a lot of things that sucked. There is just a point where you hold this lumpy-ass thing in your hand and you realize that it has not added to the sum total of awesome in the universe—and that you don’t have to keep it. And then you wind up and fling it into the massive dumpster behind the ceramics studio and it smashes against the bottom and a demented exhilaration surges through you and you grab the next one and smash it and it is glorious. Now, there are people who do not smash their failed work, who cannot bear to do it, and so there was always a shelf full of sad lumpy clay things with a little “free to good home” sign on it. Some of them possibly were adopted eventually. Mostly, though, we learned to smash. Pottery, particularly wheel-throwing, is wonderful for this, incidentally. You fail over and over and you fail fast and you are creating quantity to lead to quality. You throw and throw and throw and things die on the wheel and things die when you take them off the wheel and things explode in the kiln and after you have made a dozen or two dozen or a thousand, none of them are precious any more. There is always more clay.

It breaks you of preciousness and perfectionism. You can’t fiddle for two hours with wet clay on the wheel getting it perfect. It’ll be an over-saturated lump of mud long before then. If the walls are thrown too thin, they are too thin. It’s not worth fixing. Start over. Do it again. Finish, don’t fiddle. I can’t do pottery any more because if I tried to hunch over a wheel these days, my back would go out so hard that I would never walk upright again. But I still think it was one of the most valuable classes I ever took, because it taught me to acknowledge failure, not to fear it, and then smash the hell out of it.

HUGE shout out to purple for being the only color that has like no losers. Deep purple royal purple bluish purple redish purple pastel purple dusty purple lavender periwinkle violet like. Banger after banger after banger!!