bipolar-psycho:

I came upon a doctor who appeared in quite poor health.
I said “{I am terribly sorry but} there is nothing I can do for you
{that} you can’t do for yourself.”
He said “Oh yes you can. Just hold my hand. I think that would help.”
So I sat with him a while and then I asked him how he felt.
He said, “I think I’m cured. No, in fact, I’m sure.
Thank you Stranger, for your therapeutic smile.”
So that is how I learned the lesson that everyone is alone.
And your eyes must do some raining if you are ever going to grow.
But when crying don’t help and you can’t compose yourself.
It is best to compose a poem, an honest verse of longing or simple song of hope.

—Bright Eyes (Bowl of oranges)

I keep seeing things about shows I used to watch religiously and then abandoned, and things are getting exciting it seems :(

Sometimes I realize how bisexual I really am, and worry intensely that one day I’ll have to tell my family.