do u ever get rly attached to a person and then they’re not around for most of the day and you sit there internally whining like a lost puppy dog
u came to the wrong neighbourhood m8
What I Remember Out Of 2013
- green mario
- moon moon
- Shrek (The Shrekening?)
- pokemon fusions
- "bitch i might be"
- swaggy vs swaggie
- flower crowns
- swiggity swag
- the short-lived furniture fandom
- miley cyrus
- "first of all how dare you"
- dad jokes
- frick frack
- "surprise bitch"
- Patrick star
- the bee movie
- do you like the colour of the sky?
single bells, single bells, single all the way, Oh what fun it is to ride nothing because I’m single, and no one wants to love me.
if you ever have to watch one american football game please watch the lions/eagles game going on right now. they’re playing in 7/8 inches of snow and they’re not allowed to clear the snow off the field
My uncle has been posting pictures since the start of the game guys you don’t understand this is hilarious
the lions fumbled six times in the first 18 minutes and are winning
I don’t ever watch football but this amuses me.
no but i took a picture of my cat with the polaroid camera i got for my birthday and it looks like he’s taking a selfie
Your tongue doesn’t fit comfortably in your mouth
you’re right, maybe it would fit better in yours
that was as smooth as fuck
so nice when u can be quiet with someone without it being awkward
"Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day."