Friendly reminder that Vincent van Gogh willingly checked himself into an asylum so that he could get better, resulting in him creating some of the most iconic paintings of his entire career, done in the asylum, when he was being treated 24/7, because he finally didn’t have to struggle with his demons and could instead focus on his muse, WHICH WERE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS!
Remember this little insignificant painting?
How about this one?
Check this one out:
All of these and more were painted in the asylum when he was receiving treatment for his mental illnesses and I know I just said that but I said it again and I’m saying it a third time until you dramatic abled assholes understand!
VINCENT VAN GOGH
– KNEW THAT HE WAS MENTALLY ILL
– WANTED TO CHANGE THAT
– WENT TO AN ASYLUM
– GOT THE HELP HE NEEDED
– PAINTED SOME ICONIC MASTERPIECES AS A RESULT!
SO DON’T YOU DARE COME OUT HERE WITH THIS, “I WISH I WAS DEPRESSED SO I COULD BE AS CREATIVE AS VAN GOGH” BULLSHIT BECAUSE EVEN HE KNEW THAT HIS DEMONS WERE HARMING HIS WORK, AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, HIS HEALTH, AND HE DID EVERYTHING WITHIN HIS POWER TO FIGHT THEM EVERY SINGLE DAY OF HIS LIFE, UNTIL THEY ENDED UP WINNING!
This is also incredibly important for any creative persons dealing with mental illness, and their parents.
Receiving mental help improves your craft, not hurt it. Before getting put on medication for the first time to treat my mental illnesses, my mom expressed to me how she’s worried about my getting treatment because of my art. Regardless, your mental health should be more important anyway, but, honestly, it’s a lot harder to produce good art when you struggle getting out of bed, let alone creating masterpieces. When you’re in more health, improving your craft comes much easier!
Personally I think the most beautifull painting of him was this one:
He made it when he heard about the birth of his nephew who was named after him. Still in the asylum but really happy for his brother!
“How glad I was when the news came… I should have greatly preferred
him to call the boy after Father, of whom I have been thinking so much
these days, instead of after me; but seeing it has now been done, I
started right away to make a picture for him, to hang in their bedroom,
big branches of white almond blossom against a blue sky.”
Oh I have sucb rants about how “good” art comes while suffering.
No.
look at me.
The idea of the “suffering artist” comes from bunch of alcholic, drug abusing, womanizers trying to justify their bad life choices as some sort of artistic angst.
IT IS 100% BULLSHIT
Take your meds, get your therapy, be happy, and live life
Characters: Bim Trimmer, Googleiplier, one of the Jims
Okay I promise I can write things other than Bimgle its just that my mind refuses to let me write anything else, so
Also!!! Soulmate AUs!!! Are the shit!!!
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When he first learned about soulmates and how they’re found, Blue was skeptical. After all, if your mom pulled you to the side the night before your thirteenth birthday and told you that at exactly midnight a random tattoo would appear somewhere on your body that read the first words your soulmate would say to you, wouldn’t you be, too? If not, you’re probably just a hopeless romantic that wants it to be true.
And yet it was true. That night, Blue had been forced to pull an allnighter to study for a test, and at exactly midnight, a sharp stinging on his shoulder made him flinch and put his hand on it, as if that would help. It was gone as quick as it came, but Blue had a feeling he knew what it was.
He got off of his bed and went into the bathroom next to his room, moving quickly but quietly as to not wake anyone. He shut the door and pulled the sleeve of his night shirt down, revealing silver words written in cursive where the stinging had been. “You have got to be kidding me…” He muttered, trying to convince himself that he was just tired and imagining things, but his curiosity got the best of him.
It was a bit difficult to read the words in the dark, and the fact that he was reading on a mirror just doubled the difficulty, but he managed and couldn’t help letting out a chuckle as he read the words.
‘Hi! How — oh, sorry, excuse me, wait — HELL YEAH, JIM, YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS!’
If he was somehow not dreaming about this, he realized he wouldn’t mind meeting his soulmate if it was only to see whatever was happening play out. Really, he was just curious about the bet Jim clearly lost. For a moment, he found himself wondering who Jim was to whoever Blue’s soulmate happened to be. A sibling? Friend? He shook the thought away, realizing it didn’t matter.
There was no need to get his hopes up, he thought, as he pulled his sleeve back over his shoulder, because finding a single person in this whole world would be immensely difficult. From what his mother had told him, many people didn’t ever actually meet their soulmates. The words etched on his skin were what he’d be told if he ever found the person. There was no real guarantee.
No reason to hope. He couldn’t imagine what poor idiot would wind up with him anyways. It was almost saddening how much he thought he’d end up being an awful soulmate, but he ignored this. So what if people would think his life would never be truly completed? He was sure he’d be doing the person a favor.
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Bim, on the other hand, was much more ecstatic about having a soulmate. He knew the probabilities, and he knew the things that could go wrong with it all, but he didn’t mind. After his family belittling and insulting him for everything he believed in, he was just glad he still had enough hope to believe he’d find the guy anywhere.
The words written on his arm had always confused him a bit, though.
‘Oh, finally, I can learn about the bet.’
Bim hadn’t had enough money to actually make any bets on anything his whole life, so his thirteen year old self had pieced together that he’d meet his soulmate either when he moved out or when he had his own job. He ended up right; the two of them only met after he was in college and worked at a coffee shop near the campus.
It wasn’t anything fancy, but hey, it let him eat, so he wasn’t complaining. Plus he got a discount on the coffee, which may or may not have been the main reason he applied for the job. He was a broke nineteen year old in college; he’d use literally any discount he could get his hands on.
Luckily for them both, Blue had to do a project for one of his classes and decided he might as well get some coffee before he allowed himself to suffer until the assignment was completed. He walked into the cafe, not expecting anything as he waited in line. By the time he got to the barista, who was adorably short to him, he thought it was going to be a normal process, but apparently not.
The man smiled at him, starting to speak. “Hi! How — oh, sorry, excuse me, wait —” he stuttered out, looking at his phone to look at a text, “HELL YEAH, JIM, YOU OWE ME TWENTY BUCKS!” He yelled, directing the shout at the area of the cafe behind him. Blue could hear a loud, overdramatic groan coming from over there, but he was too dumbstruck for a moment to find amusement in it. The man turned around and looked back at him. “Sorry about that, just —”
Blue cut him off, his excitement suddenly getting the best of him. “Oh, finally, I can learn about the bet.” The shorter of the two froze, and then his smile widened. There were still customers in behind Blue, so he had to contain himself for a moment. “I’ll tell you all about it if you’d wait at one of the tables for my shift to end.” Blue agreed to this, gave him his order, and sat in a table in the corner, getting out his laptop to occupy himself while he waited.
An hour later, Bim’s shift ended and the two were finally able to formally meet, Bim telling him that the bet was actually how long it would take one of his friends to drop out, Bim saying it’d be this week and Jim saying next month.
After a few years of being together, Blue couldn’t believe there’d been a time when he thought he wouldn’t meet Bim. He wasn’t even entirely sure how Bim had survived without him, what with how he worked himself to the bone, drank so much coffee that it was probably in his veins by now, and got himself into stupid situations he could’ve easily avoided had he been paying attention. He’d once thought the idea of soulmates were ridiculous, once thought his soulmate could never be happy with him.
But Bim…there was something about him that simply didn’t allow him to believe those things anymore. He didn’t think it was the simple solution of them being soulmates, either; he’d asked everyone he knew who’d met their soulmates if their’s also radiated this…energy, of some sort, but the answer was always no.
And yet, for once, Blue didn’t mind not knowing the answer to something. He decided that, no matter how cliche it may seem, Bim was simply the most special soulmate possible.
Small child full of Bees 
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