I didn’t say “I love you” to hear it back. I said it to make sure you knew.


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canni8al:

so i was trying to find a picture of a bird that is big so i searched “big bird” but forgot he was a character

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so i went back and typed in “a large bird” and HE IS STILL HERE LOOKIN SAD LIKE I DIDN’T WANT HIM

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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.

A Good Day (Kait Rokowski)

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fuckyeahcostumedramas:

Kate Winslet in ‘Sense and Sensibility’ (1995).


frankie-boyle:

Comedian, Frankie Boyle, on women’s representation in Comics at “Kapow! Comic Convention


for-the-love-of-a-photographer:

50-shades-of-sassy-ymir:

johnlockinthetardiswithdestiel:

comboreversal:

puffpuffpeace:

baby baby baby 

This literally just crushed me.

I WILL NEVER MAKE ANOTHER GRUMPY CAT JOKE AS LONG AS I LIVE

mother of god, we have all done a sin

Its like an animal abuse commercial 

sushinfood:

goofle:

She wears short skirts I wear t-shirts and we’re both getting sent home from school because its distracting to boys apparently

okay this one made me laugh

offisir:

do u ever just cum and it ain’t great and ur like “ok that one was super lame”

fartgallery:

readingaroundthemovies:

fartgallery:

i need to date a girl with the initials AG so we can carve SW+AG on benches

Those r my mums initials…,

say hello to your new dad. i see that your tumblr blog contains some vulgar language. you’re grounded

nevvzealand:

i broke my finger today but on the other hand i am completely fine


legendary 

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