Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk To Someone: A Therapist, Her Therapist, And Our Lives Revealed

parkerperhaps​:

Parker has noticed him for awhile now. Granted, they make it a point to note who’s around them generally because that’s always a good thing but they’d noticed him looking, off to the side. They didn’t mean to leave him hanging or anything of that sort, but maybe they were sort of hoping he’d eventually come to them like they figured he wanted to. They were beginning to get anxious too, wondering if they should just come up to him themselves, but that was quelled when they hear him.

“Yeah, something like that,” they replied, offering him a smile, “You could also say I missed the boat with people my age, but that makes me like I’m in my thirties.” They instinctively relax their shoulders so as to seem chilled out, just so it’d be easier for him to feel at ease. “You’re in the LGBTQIA+ Alliance with me right? I’m Parker.” Instead of sticking their hand out for a shake, they waved their hand.

Thirties? He laughs slightly. Yeah no, they aren’t that much older than him. He wouldn’t have pegged them any older than mid twenties. 

          ❝I considered taking some time off, honestly, but I didn’t want to lose academic momentum, you know?❞

Jules is almost relieved when they don’t extend their hand for a handshake, clasping his own hands behind his back. He’s never liked handshakes because touching a stranger just... bothers him.

Oh but a good strong handshake is the proper way for a man to greet someone he’s just met. Get over it Julie, it’s just for a few seconds.

She’s. Not. Here. He doesn’t need to sweat her arbitrary rules or the way she would try to shame him for not measuring up.

          ❝I’m, uh, I’m Julian.❞ He stammers out, rocking on the balls of his feet. ❝I usually go by Jules though.❞

( Not true not true )- He always wanted to go by Jules, but Julian was more appropriate. And... he didn’t pick it. His mother did, based on his dead name. And it’s... fine, but he much prefers the nickname he chose.

He can be whatever he wants here. Within limits, anyway. His social life isn’t going to get back to his mother at least. He can go by whatever he wants and just be... awkward without worrying about her reaction.

          ❝And, y-yeah. Sure am.❞ He exhales hard. ❝That’s, uh, kinda why I... wanted to talk? Sorry, it’s dumb, I just want to actually you know... know the people I’m in a club with?”

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.‘

Anais Nin (via wnq-writers)

latin phrases worth knowing:

(in case you wanted to know because i fucking love this language) 

ad astra per aspera - to the stars through difficulties 

alis volat propriis - he flies by his own wings 

amantium irae amoris integratio est - the quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love 

ars longa, vita brevis - art is long, life is short 

aut insanity homo, aut versus facit - the fellow is either mad or he is composing verses 

dum spiro spero - while I breathe, I hope 

ense petit placidam sub libertate quietem - with the sword, she seeks peace under liberty 

exigo a me non ut optimus par sim sed ut malis melior - I require myself not to be equal to the best, but to be better than the bad

experiential docet - experience teaches 

helluo librorum - a glutton for books (bookworm) 

in libras libertas - in books, freedom 

littera scripta manet - the written letter lasts 

mens regnum bona possidet - an honest heart is a kingdom in itself 

mirabile dictu - wonderful to say 

nullus est liber tam malus ut non aliqua parte prosit - there is no book so bad that it is not profitable in some part 

omnia iam fient quae posse negabam - everything which I used to say could not happen, will happen now 

poeta nascitur, non fit - the poet is born, not made 

qui dedit benificium taceat; narrat qui accepit - let him who has done a good deed be silent; let him who has received it tell it 

saepe ne utile quidem est scire quid futurum sit - often, it is not advantageous to know what will be 

sedit qui timuit ne non succederet - he who feared he would not succeed sat still 

si vis pacem, para bellum - if you want peace, prepare for war 

struit insidias lacrimis cum feminia plorat - when a woman weeps, she is setting traps with her tears 

sub rosa - under the rose 

trahimir omnes laudis studio - we are led on by our eagerness for praise

urbem latericium invenit, marmoream reliquit - he found the city a city of bricks; he left it a city of marble 

ut incepit fidelis sic permanet - as loyal as she began, so she remains

Vintage book 

Writing is my obsession, my passion. My relationship with it is one of the most complex and agonizing and richly vexing that I have in my life.

Julianna Baggott (via wordsnquotes)

Had a professor who does not know me walk by and say ‘Ah yes. I can see it in your eyes. The fear’ today and fuck if I wasn’t terrified before I sure am now

i personally love to over analyze everything and suffer

“I am all the things I have ever loved”

- Toni Morrison

Introducing Julian Rigel Underwood

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BASICS

trans man

pansexual

he/him

19 years old

drama and theatre production major

APPEARANCE

hair: Brown and slightly wavy. Cut short but with messy bangs.

eyes: Brown

height: 5'8 // 172cm

faceclaim: Jamie Raines

PERSONALITY

mbti: INFP - t  ( the turbulent mediator )

enneagram: 9w1  ( the negotiator )

alignment: neutral good

SOME MISCELLANEOUS THINGS

He used to really like theatre, but being forced to consider it as a future career and focus all of his energy on it burned him out quick and he high key hates it now. He’d much rather be a writer, basing on the folklore and urban legends he loves so much. But he’s not one to argue with his mother. Like... ever. He just suffers in silence.

He’s fascinated with folklore and urban legends because of a bigfoot sighting in his hometown when he was younger. He didn’t see anything himself, but it got him interested in the way ideas like that spread, with just people telling each other things, leading to them being changed and exaggerated over time in years of playing telephone. And the details that stay the same are just as fascinating. He doesn’t believe in stuff like that, but he loves to learn about it, and he really wants to write about it.

Related: his own house was supposedly haunted back in New York. The kids he went to school with used to whisper about it when they thought he wasn’t listening. His (paternal) grandfather was murdered in the house and he supposedly haunted the large home. He found it interesting, and so likewise is curious about supposed hauntings and what leads people to thinking they see ghosts. Though… some sleepless nights in high school while he was trying to keep a perfect GPA in honor classes he… thought might have heard or saw something. Probably just being sleep deprived though. He doesn’t believe in ghosts.

He’s fluent in English, French, Latin, and Italian

He very occasionally wears glasses. He has a prescription, but usually wears contacts.

He has a car on campus; his mother made sure of that

He’s a library archives intern.