Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who...– (via adeptasororitas) Yeah. (via unnomjuste)
I want all the food...EVER!
I’ve been hardcore craving things that are not within my grasp. The closest Taco Johns is a 2 and a half hour drive away from me. It also happens to be the only one in the state >:[ I’ve been craving doughnuts as well, but am out of yeast and cannot make any. Still unemployed couldn’t get them if I wanted. UGH FOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD. More than anything I just want something sweet...
acciodockta: I am the cat that walks by himself and all places are alike to me. I have nothing to give and nothing to share. If you were not engaged to be married, I would not want you near me.
Had a great evening.
Went out and saw John Oliver up in Tampa. It’s been a long while since I laughed that much :D
Take back Halloween →
mellonikan: inquisitioned: iamateenagefeminist: grassforgasoline: owl-be-back: So this is a website called “take back halloween” which offers costume ideas for women who don’t want to be a “sexy ________”. It also gives you links to exactly where you can buy what need for the costume. FOR EXAMPLE: They have Hatshepsut (who is undeniably one of my favorite Pharaohs. Maybe I’ll make a...
Sex will always be an exciting mystery to children, they’ll always want to know...– Steven Moffat (via tinysprout) I love every word this man says. (via rosalarian)
There should be a word
aubade: For the feeling of being unsure about whether one has made the right decision, but being relieved at having made that decision, whether wrong or right, with all the implications therein.
Not really sure what this says about things.
Over the past week I’ve been more comfortable acknowledging that I’m really not ok. I haven’t even been bothering to put up much of a front or anything. My issues with the new job I’d usually just quietly set aside until the new job wasn’t new and I had a better feel for things. Instead day 1 and I’m already discussing my strong desire to quit. It’s not...
inkdot: ancka: Mary sings. Matthew returns. Mary and Matthew sing. I cry. Has this been posted yet? Idk, I didn’t see it, and I feel a strong need to have it on my blog at all times, so here. Can someone please take my heart? I think it’s being abused.
Women's History: That's Sgt. Bea Arthur To You! →
swallowingseawater: Before the late and oh-so-great Bea Arthur was an earth angel and international treasure, she was a truck driving marine who went by her birth name Bernice Frankel. Even in her afterlife, Bea Arthur is finding ways to capture more real estate in my heart and it’s…
Unemployed. Unfortunately not Funemployed.
So with the closing of my store, and the loss of my comrades I really just want to take a couple days to wallow. Instead I’ve already had one interview, have the final one tomorrow, and am setting up to go hang out with a friend soon. I’m not enthusiastic about any of these things. I really should be. I should be grateful for my friends. Grateful that in less than an hour after losing...
[tw: self injury] Those self-harming girls, with the latticework of razor-cuts...– How To Be a Woman, Caitlin Moran (via genderfuckandsecrets) I was so pleased when I got to this bit, and just read this polite, sensible, non-judgemental, sympathetic explanation for what I’ve been doing for fifteen years. Someone who says “yeah, girls/women do things to our bodies that hurt”...
Oh the drama.
I love Dame Maggie Smith. Everything she touches I adore.