sleepless unsaid & written

Anonymous:i kind of want to take your hands and press some tracing paper over them and take etchings of the lines there. they are the transference point of power and magnificence stemming from a beautifully disrupted mind. you make uncomfortable art that comforts me. thanks.

Escargod:
…dsfdgg. dgsgfhjf?

nope, i have absolutely no idea how to respond to that. thank you. umm. my hands are really little and flat.

i feel like i’m not doing you any justice here. thank you.

This is so beautifully said, it’s amazing. I wouldn’t even have the words of this Anon to describe my feelings for Escargods art but this is all true!!! 

noortjen:

I have my boss as a friend on Skype, and he -for a reason I’ll never understand- absolutely hates british people. I had Benedict Cumberbatch as my profile picture, and he started telling me to ‘change the bloody picture’, because he couldn’t stand ‘looking at his british head’. Now, I knew he likes to watch House (I lend him season 1 to 4…), so I decided to troll him, and changed the picture to Hugh Laurie.

Me: better?

He: Yes, much. Thank you.

Me: You know what?

He: What?

Me: Hugh Laurie’s BRITISH.

He: That’s different. He’s a simple man. I know his history, he got lucky.

Me *after laughing myself nearly to death*: Hugh Laurie’s father won a medal at the olympics, he lived in Oxford, went to Cambridge, met Stephen Fry and got bloody famous. He once disappeared for a year during an acting job, just because he felt like it. Yeah, he’s totally normal.

He:

Me: Martin Freeman’s a simple man… or tough, that might be a better word. He was the youngest of 5 siblings, his father passed away when he was 10, he joined an acting group at age 15 and only at age 17 he felt confident enough about his acting skills to persuade his dream. I would say he got ‘lucky’, but he didn’t, he worked bloody hard to reach his goals, and I respect him for that.

He:

Me: 

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Me: So…

HIGH FIVES, DUDE!

That’s the way we roll it. :)

farriswheels:

euclase:

the-castled-king:

Euclase just answered an anon asking for her age by saying what element she’d be on the periodic table. So I looked up Gallium for the number (and therefore her age) and then, for more funsies, I started looking up other people’s ages and their elements. And then I started thinking about how cool an idea that is. To have an element and a number but applying it to humans.

I’m Titanium but in a couple of months I’ll turn into Vanadium.

My brother is Maganese but he’ll become Iron in a couple of months as well.

My best friend Kate is going to become Titanium on Sunday.

My mom just became Iodine.

And looking at the periodic table, there are the Noble Gases, Alkaline Metals, etc. but I didn’t realize that there was a group called Transition Metals and how cool is it that numbers 21-29 are the first transition metals and that’s typically regarded as a big transition zone in a human’s life? You’re (probably) post college, trying to figure out what to do next: where to live, grad school, loan repayments, job, apartment, relationships, marriage, etc.

And that just seemed kind of perfect to me.

Like, maybe the line of Noble Gases is when you think you have everything figured out about yourself even though, hello, you’re a gas.

And then there are the poor metals. Maybe you’re literally poor. Or you’re coming out of a transition period and you’re still malleable and easily torn.

And maybe I’m just talking out my ass. I dunno. It was just something on my mind.

Why, hello there. This is quite brilliant.

Rather.

Euclase said:
So I walked to the bank, and some rude person let the door shut in my face, but then this strange-looking, scrawny dude in a flame orange stocking hat, taped-together glasses and a rugged black beard with missing teeth held the door for me and said the most touchingly random thing anyone’s ever said to me—”They feel bad that their lives didn’t go the way everybody said when they were kids.”

My jaw dropped. Fucking dropped. I think I gave a nervous laugh before he walked away with an awkward limp.

And then I came on Tumblr, and I saw a post where someone was falling all over a celebrity for saying something much less amazing.

I might have met a real honest to goodness time lord at the bank, and he was wearing flannel and smelled funny and had black under his fingernails. Wish I’d celebrated him a little, for real. I didn’t even ask his name.