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Do we have any champagne? Let’s get you drunk. —My mom, when I told her I was hungry (via okay-me-too)

seaoleena:

December, on the way to NYC, from the train.

astro-panda:

I have 99 problems and 98 of them are the fact that I can’t talk to anyone about my problem and even if I could it wouldn’t actually help at all.

sleeeeeeeeeepy:

laying in my bed and reading j.r.r. tolkien books over and over again seems like the only possible thing to do for me for the rest of my life. just let my mind be an empty place for his world to be built on. like Cassie said, being a person is getting too complicated.  (I wish I could create a world of my own - but I know I could never love it because it’d be mine. maybe my intelligence and imagination will slowly fade away if I don’t use them and everything will be easy)

(Source: nihilisticlove)

darknessandstarlight:

I seem to spend a lot of time on the internet, but not actually doing anything on it. I sit here for hours and refresh the same few websites, zoning out and listening to music or not paying-attention to podcasts playing in the background.

I don’t talk to anybody online any more. I haven’t signed into MSN or Skype in god-knows how long and although Facebook is one of my always-open tabs, I’m almost always set to appear offline. Not necessarily because I don’t want to talk to anybody, more because I don’t want to talk to people online. I want to talk to people face-to-face.

That said, when I’m doing that I feel the opposite and wish I was back in my room listening to music and refreshing Tumblr and /v/. Reading about videogames but rarely playing them. Thinking about reading A Feast for Crows but never actually picking up the book, or thinking about university courses I might like to do next year without ever following up on it.

Everything I do these days I seem to get bored of about five minutes in- it’s driving me absolutely crazy that my attention span is so bad. When I’m out socialising I’d rather be at home with my music and my games and the internet, but when I’m home I wish I was somewhere else. I’m sick of being unhappy all the time. I need something to look forward to and something to do with my days. I’m only 22 but I feel like I’m supposed to have this shit figured out by now, that my life should have some direction, but I don’t and it doesn’t.

I don’t really know where I’m going with this, I think I just needed to vent. I’m gonna set up a queue now, but I probably won’t be around Tumblr or the internet much this week. I need to spend some quality time with my brain and I think it’s best done away from a computer.

You’re apathetic. I’m pathetic. —my mother, on our shared lack of initiative. (via iwontallowit)

paperlesswords:

My Honest Poem by Rudy Francisco

“I’ve got a hamper that’s over flowing with really really loud mistakes and a graveyard in my closet. I’m afraid that if I let you see my skeletons, you’ll grind my bones into powder and get high on my fault lines…” 

(Source: asimpletheft)

secondgradefresh:

The best thing about law is the ridiculousness of the words. This makes total sense, but it’s still funny. 

“…then there is an appeal from the acquittal by the prosecution against the quashing of the conviction by the appellate judge…”

I am now on the other side of my excess experiment.

joyfulpantsofbuttlol:

It was bliss to begin with.

Now it is hellish.

I knew it wouldn’t end well, but I felt I needed to do it for myself.

I don’t know what I’m feeling right now. I think I’m feeling everything at once like I was before only at the opposite end of the scale.

I shouldn’t be on the computer. I don’t feel like having the screen blaring in my face. I don’t know what I want but I know what I don’t. Everything is making me feel unwell.

I slept all night and day. Full of undesirable dreams.

Everything is undesirable.

I am listless and confused.

I must wait for it to be over.

I still love you.

in wait

summer fell to fall
as i waited for your call

but i heard nothing
not anything
at all

     the winter made me feel colder
     warmer thoughts
     boiled in the kettle

     …even the coffee was stronger than me

then sprang forth an early spring
as i waited to see what that might bring

but i heard nothing
not anything
at all

     the warmer days made me shake
     colder thoughts
     settled in my glass

     …even the liquor was stronger than me

time was passing, i sat still
and waited for your call

but i heard nothing
not anything
at all

~ by FuzzyHoser, 2011