I tried curling my hair for the first time in a year and a half. It sort of worked.

I tried curling my hair for the first time in a year and a half. It sort of worked.

asaphelpsisdead:

You know when you’re an insane person and you get feeling really anxious so you become super conscious of the speed of your heart rate and then you subsequently start thinking about the speed of your breathing, but once you start focusing on your own breathing, it ceases to be involuntary, and then you suddenly need to actually consciously think about and manually manage each breath? Yeah, me neither. 

I used to have this feeling when I slept in any bed that wasn’t my own. Any rhythms happening kept me up and it was awful. I figured out I needed specific textures to feel to stop paying attention and fall asleep. Mostly flannels and flannelettes.

heckacute:

If you hug somebody and they are soft enough, you will fall asleep. 

Also, this is the bat. Joe gave it to me as a gift.

Also, this is the bat. Joe gave it to me as a gift.

heyeverythingfuckyou:

If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair
I need a reason to reason with you

I hate the way that I get nervous every time I try to speak
In front of a big crowd, a pretty girl, or the police
And I hate the things I know about you
and all the horrible things that you do
I don’t want to be late for work today
I wanna chew up my dinner and spit it in your face
Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone

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dontbearuiner:

diacrit:

hanesonly:

I almost forgot my briefcase!

it contains important lab results

REBLOGGED FOR THE PUN.

dontbearuiner:

diacrit:

hanesonly:

I almost forgot my briefcase!

it contains important lab results

REBLOGGED FOR THE PUN.

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This week my boyfriend woke up early to make me breakfast while I was asleep, cleaned my apartment while I was at work, came over after a 13 hour work day to console me after spending all day in bed trying not to cry, and also asked me in all seriousness if we could get stoned and have a donut eating competition.

I’m going to marry this man.

powerviolifts:

i made a private blog so ya’ll don’t have to put up with my dumb crap but I can still vent and such

You better keep anything having to do with me in any form 100% off any of your blogs or I promise you there is going to be a very very very big problem.

So after the disrespect I was faced with yesterday it’s become clear to me that I will no longer enjoy participating in the local scene here in Toronto, nor will I be making anymore attempts at it. The level if disappointment and uncomfortableness is at my breaking point and it really hurts to know that individuals can ruin something that’s based around community and care and support by just being completely rude and inappropriate. I have no desire to meet or be friends with anyone who enjoys the company of someone has been so callous towards my trauma on multiple occasions.

awelltraveledwoman:

karidevereaux:

…an ode to 1970s skater girls. 

this is amazing

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“There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.”
– Laurell K. Hamilton (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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