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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.

Kurt Vonnegut, Unready to Wear (via kelciam)

i just spent a really long time reading through a bunch of my old posts on here, and if i’ve learned anything, it’s that i’ve become much less interesting as i’ve aged.

pdlcomics

Fresh Start

danielkanhai

i hate when apps know that i’m screenshotting something. when i screenshot something, that’s me acting outside your realm of understanding, app. i am beyond what you consider the observable universe. you’re not supposed to perceive me. we don’t know when god screenshots the earth. we don’t know when he’s like, “okay i’m just gonna take a pic in case i ever want to add dinosaurs back to something later and don’t remember how.” and if we did, we wouldn’t act all smug about it like, “hey, you wanna share that post? you could just click here to share it.” no, man. you didn’t catch me. i screenshotted this for my own reasons. what’s next? i can’t take a photo of my computer screen with my phone out of laziness without being shamed by the printer i don’t own?

danielhshaffer

Four sketches from this morning

My mom died on the 1st and her funeral was last Sunday and every single day I a) do or see something and think about how I have to remember to tell her about it and then remember that she's gone and b) cry multiple times

Overwhelming stress is a fantastic diet tool.

rosahoneys

Master of None (2017)

My mom has been in the hospital since Wednesday. There's a lot going on and she's really not doing well and hasn't really been able to carry on any conversations. It's sucked and even as a 28 year old adult woman not much calms me like my mom hugging me after I talk to her when I'm stressed and sad and scared and I can't so I don't even know how to cope.

#the handmaid's tale

mjalti

my plan is to jog in a zip code where the average house is $1 million dollars. i jog everyday. i run into the trophy wives jogging club. we jog past each other so often, they’re forced to interact with me. we’re friends now. i’m invited places. i meet other millionaires, men who love me. i marry the richest, using an alias. throughout the first year of marriage, i’m moving assets and cash to an off shore bank account. i fake my own death on our anniversary. he’s heartbroken.

i started jogging in a new million dollar neighborhood. i’ve just made friends with the local jogging crew headed by ashtonlynn and brotyna “chichi” who has a single millionaire brother,