“Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.”—By Joshua Espinoza (via doubtsbestally)
Ugh I’m drinking run too lol. I found out I owe my school $600 instead of $500 and it’s going to collections this month :D
Fuckk. I have to pay theses damn traffic tickets tomorrow but ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh money. The fucking city cops down there are ridiculous. Thery’d taze a child for littering I swear. I don’t like being an adult and having to pay for things and drive places and pay bills and make phone calls.
So I’m trying to get drunk off rum for the first time and I’ve had about 1/4 of this bottle but it was taking forever and felt like it was doing nothing but I think it’s finally kicking in cause I’ve gone from crying to “LOL I don’t fucking care” but i also started craving a cheeseburger so I’m not sure what to do with that…
So….sometimes, when I am really angry (or just in a bad mood) I’ll open a random ND game and kill Nancy in as many ways as I possibly can until I feel better, and I was wondering if I am alone in my occasional semi-Nancycidal sprees or if I am indeed insane
Crushed by a rock, skewered by a metal pole, car crashes, bikes crashes, kayak incidents, drowning, food poisoning, suffocation, explodes. *maniacal laughter*
high school friends are basically people who agree to survive together and it’s sort of like they’re your crew in a zombie apocalypse and after the apocalypse is over somehow you go on to living life and maybe occasionally you’d run into each other and be like “oh yes i see you still haven’t been eaten by zombies that is good” but you no longer have the need to survive together so that thing tying you to these people is just gone
she doesn’t care. at all. you don’t matter to her.
My favourite response to “You shouldn’t wear that, it’s not for your body type” is something along the lines of “Who are you? You’re too ugly to be the fashion police so it’s really not your place to say”
Why the ever living fuck did you put Iorek in golden armour???
Iorek: “If I kill lofur Raknison, I shall be your king. My first order to you all will be to tear down that palace, that perfumed house of mockery and tinsel, and hurl the gold and marble into the sea. Iron is bear-metal. Gold is not. lofur Raknison has polluted Svalbard.”
Mrs. Coulter "She was beautiful and young. Her sleekblack hair framed her cheeks, and her daemon was a golden monkey.”
AND AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO PRONOUNCES DAEMON DAY-MON????
Okay if you go to google translate, click english, then type “ae” it is pronounced “ay” You type “dae” you get “day” But “daemon” is suddenly “demon”?????????
alright you guys have posted some pretty bad jokes on here but not one comes close to this doozy
so there’s a far-off place that consists of a perfectly triangular lake surrounded by land, with three kingdoms on the three sides of the lake. the first kingdom is rich and powerful, filled with wealthy, prosperous people. the second kingdom is more humble, but has its fair share of wealth and power, too. the third kingdom is struggling and poor, and barely has an army.
the kingdoms eventually go to war over control of the lake, as it’s a valuable resource to have. the first kingdom sends 100 of their finest knights, clad in the best armor and each with their own personal squire. the second kingdom sends 50 of their knights, with fine leather armor and a few dozen squires of their own. the third kingdom sends their one and only knight, an elderly warrior who has long since passed his prime, with his own personal squire.
the night before the big battle, the knights in the first kingdom drink and make merry, partying into the late hours of the night. the knights in the second kingdom aren’t as well off, but have their own supply of grog and also drink late into the night.
in the third camp, the faithful squire gets a rope and slings it over the branch of a tall tree, making a noose, and hangs a pot from it. he fills the pot with stew and has a humble dinner with the old knight.
the next morning, the knights in the first two kingdoms are hung over and unable to fight, while the knight in the third kingdom is old and weary, unable to get up. in place of the knights, the squires from all three kingdoms go and fight. the battle lasts long into the night, but by the time the dust settled, only one squire was left standing - the squire from the third kingdom.
and it just goes to show you that the squire of the high pot and noose is equal to the sum of the squires of the other two sides
Have you ever played a video game where you have to sleep to recover? They only let you do it if everything is safe. Otherwise they won’t let you sleep. You’ll get a message, saying “You cannot sleep now, there are monsters nearby.”
Now, remember the last time you just couldn’t get to sleep?