April 2011
Pumping up
You know what, no. I am not going to sit here and compare myself to people who haven’t been the places that I have. I am not going to let people talk down to me or judge me when they are just as tainted. I am not going to let myself get wrapped up in this until all I want to do is bring red lines to my arms because nothing else stops the terrible, nauseous hurt inside. Nobody will ever...
a d r i o f t h e d e a d: can we talk about... →
burupaparu:
robin-sparkles:
and how all the kids that got on that show were fucking dumbasses
like seriously
the show came on every other fucking day
there are only three pieces of the silver monkey statue
THE PIECES ARE THE SAME EVERY TIME
AND YET
every time some little shit gets to the end it’s OHHH WHICH WAY DOES IT GO
like Kelly here
Kelly, let me ask you a...
Having a deep conversation with my exboyfriend about how he doesn’t want to be “the next one” I tell stories about, the bad exboyfriend, the one after Tim and Phin that I hate until the day I die.
My response?
“What is this, Scott Pilgrim?”
Sigh. I laugh at the most inappropriate times.
Watchfloatingparticles:
mnwka:
ATTENTION INTERNET: THIS IS A PENGUIN BEING TICKLED.
GODDAMMIT FUCK THIS IS THE GREATEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD.
INTERNET GOLD.
Reblog this if you are literally suprised when...
burupaparu:
taakuin:
the-girl-with-kaleidoscope-eyes-:
this.
yes. like, stupidly confused. its like, ‘we are looking at the same me, right?’
Okay I am getting really anoyed with every cartoonist drawing like kate beaton now
let kate beaton be kate beaton
try and be funny on your own, come on, you can do it
It’s days like this which make me think of Dan. I think of lying in bed with him, both of us stirring in the ambient, blue glow of an overcast morning. The summer window is open, and a mist seeps in through the screen from the pouring rain. Lightning arcs across his room, and we hold our breaths, waiting for the satisfying thunder. It rolls within us and we pass back into sleep.
I...
