therapist: how are you feeling today?
me: hmm…12 on the Keanu Mood Scale
therapist: for the last time i have no fucking idea what that means

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therapist: how are you feeling today?
me: hmm…12 on the Keanu Mood Scale
therapist: for the last time i have no fucking idea what that means
we should domesticate seals
u ring someone’s doorbell and instead of hearing a dog’s bark u hear a super deep terrifying seal bark and u hear a loud wet flopping noise
that’s the world i want to live in
*throws apple into hospital* *doctors hiss and scurry away from it*
what if concerts were actually like this, where no one would fuckin push each other around, just be happy and jump and shit
they are like this, it’s an actual footage from an actual concert…
All i see is this fricking guy in red on the bottom right corner not having coordination with 3000 people around him
I’m only reblogging for the guy in red
We’ll try again and we’ll fail again because that’s what progress looks like. Progress looks like a bunch of failures. And you’re going to have feelings about that because it’s sad, but you cannot fall apart.
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Dylan Gordon in route to Oregon. October 2014.
This one. This one’s my favorite.
Some days bleed. Some days are so sensitive, you don’t even want to get out of bed. These are the best days, though. You grab them by their pulse and you keep going, because something is happening in the universe that is making you feel so much. It’s a small glitch, an overflow, and you have been chosen to carry the extra weight. For one, small day, you are the sole bearer of this unnamed pain. You are a spot of light on the map of the world. Anyone or anything from another part of the galaxy will see you and think “I didn’t know people could be stars.”
For the Days That Hurt | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)