[pokec0re]

[coolgarbage-deactivated20170126]

it’s a shame the original caption for this is gone bc it was a really nice story. An author decided he wanted his 2000-ish word essay tattooed onto people, but only one word per person, if someone was to die, the story would be gone. It’s kind of amazing to think, imagine being that author and having a story that could never be read, yet it could be anywhere in the world. idk man I just think it’s pretty incredible.

[h-o-r-n-g-r-y]

“Shelley Jackson’s Skin project, a 2095-word story published exclusively in tattoos, one word each on as many willing volunteers, so it can never be read in its proper order, but just exists, pulsing, out in the world at all times.”

[gecsplaining]

do you realize what this is saying? you are part of a big story. if you were gone, the whole story would have something missing. this is great.

[alyssaemilie]

[fuks]

[neonslowpoke]

this can’t be real

[blueskyrager]

Winter is rough because I’m constantly attracted to men. All of them. They all look so good in winter apparel

[blueskyrager]

I’m undesirable

[blueskyrager]

I am a very, very very sad person.

[blueskyrager]

As pathetic and crazy as I may be, I’m at least self aware. Does that make it better? Please say yes

[humofnight]

i love one (1) disaster wizard

[curlicuecal]

It’s a good metaphor tho, because the situation is never going to get better if you don’t eventually pull the door. And afterwards, no matter what the damage was, you’ll have a working cabinet, whatever plates you could salvage, and a place to start putting new plates.

[artbymoga-deactivated20200516]

Reblogging for that comment ^

[starjeweled-alpenglow]

Hats off for negative jokes turned to wholesome posts

[blueskyrager]

An ideal date: eating soup together

[stalessiastan]

john mulaney talking about how much he loves his wife and roasting other male comedians that just talk shit on their wives is why The Gays like him so much because he’s what Straight Culture should be

[frogmp3]

he literally called her a bitch so let’s raise the standards ladies and gentlemen

[pussysoupforthesoul-deactivated]

the bar is at the earth’s core 

[jupitercrash]

literally fuck you to hell tumblr

[bogleech]

This is the first I heard of this guy and I think this is the most dramatically I’ve seen anyone’s words taken out of context in quite a while

[finding-art-in-everyday-life]

[damnselfly-b-deactivated2022042]

quick protip: if someone is crying or freaking out over something minor, eg wifi not connecting, can’t find their hat, people talking too loud, do NOT tell them how small or petty the problem is to make it better. they know. they would probably love to calm down. you are doing the furthest possible thing from helping. people don’t have to earn expressions of feelings.

[shoren18]

I’m just gonna put it out there that if someone’s freaking about something small, they’re really freaking out about something big that they’re trying to deal with, or something long term that’s been building up, and that little thing is the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I don’t know, try and give people the benefit of the doubt. Don’t be the next straw on their broken back.

[jrkaplonski]

Needed this today.

[animate-mush]

People don’t actually go from 0 to 60. If you think they did, you have failed to notice how long they’ve been at 59.

[ps1]

[angelicalmentenegra-deactivated]

[blueskyrager]

Alternative boys to alternative boys

Earlier today, I decided to go on a date for the first time in three months, in hopes that I can get laid again. It’s been three months since that, too.

The last person I hooked up with is someone who doesn’t talk to me anymore. The one thing I remember the most about him is our similar tastes in music. I discovered this while drunk texting him from a hotel. The wine was complimentary. What was I going to do - drink responsibly? We went back and forth, naming bands and repeatedly realizing that we both love them. I kept misspelling the names of bands I listen to. Also, he and I both planned to go to the same upcoming show. 

At the show, we met up with each other. He ignored me.

After the show, we sauntered to a bar. He ignored me.

I underwent an anxiety attack and cried at the bar. He ignored me.

I texted him the next morning to thank him for keeping me company, even though he did a sub par job of doing so. I apologized for bothering him, even though he and I had to have spent less than an hour together throughout the night. He ignored me.

I still listen to a lot of the same music that we both like. It reminds me of him. A band he and I love is playing in town in November. I’ll inevitably see him. I shouldn’t care. I do.

I know that there is a man who could potentially be kinder to me, but what will his taste in music be? This shouldn’t matter. For some reason, it does.

I was asked to babysit on the night that I planned to go on that date. I feel relieved.

[angelhurt]

The best pickup line probably.

[blueskyrager]

Summertime Sadness

That’s the name of a Lana del Rey song, but it also describes my current state. It’s summer and I feel stifled by depression.

Sometimes, I feel too sad to watch television - you know, a simple activity that requires little effort. I feel too sad to write, which I used to enjoy. I’ve been reading, but it’s difficult to focus on a book. I cry a lot. 

But I just got myself some ice cream, so that’s good.