You know you’re a 90s kid when you have no good source of income and want to die
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You know you’re a 90s kid when you have no good source of income and want to die
How relationships work:
I like your butt. However, I can notice other butts. They can be nice too.
But your butt is my favourite butt. It’s the nicest butt. Because it’s mine. And I can touch it.
☹ depression blog ☹
“Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.”
Depression is not a synonym for being sad or having a bad day/bad week. (via n-e-r-v-o-s-a)
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guys are hot too oh man
why is everyone so hot
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You know those girls everyone loves to shit all over? The ones who really fucking love something? Those girls, man. They take all that energy, all that circulating fire in their veins, and instead of letting it destroy them, they choose to love, ferociously. Be it a band, or a book, or a series of films. They do it to keep themselves sane, and yet we mock them for it. Teenage girls find a buoy for themselves in the sea of emotional ruin, and they hold on tighter than anyone else.
Segment of “Why I Fucking Love Teenage Girls (A Personal Essay from an Almost Adult)”
laralaralara:
#a buoy for themselves in the sea of emotional ruin #i just burst into tears#remembering myself at 13/14/15 and feeling this way #and thinking of generations and generations of young girls going through it too #i want to hug everyone
I know I’ve already posted this, but I’m reblogging for how fiercely I identify with those tags. (via kyrafic)
"People don’t remember how hostile and untrusting he was. It took me two years of tenacity and constancy and letting him ignore me and just being there when he fell and being a very bad boy before I even began going out with him, I may have only been married to him for three years but there was two years of courtship before that which was almost all one-sided. I think he did love me. But I think, in the end, when you’re dealing with someone who is that brilliant and that tortured, you just have to put up with misanthropic shit. A friend once said to me, “Talent does not help you change the diapers.” You can’t love someone just for the talent, you know? And that’s not just what that was about. I loved him because I really loved him. He was funny and sweet, too. I was going through some home-video footage for this Channel 4 documentary that I just did and there’s one scene where he’s swinging Frances around the bathroom and you can tell just what a good daddy he was. But when the camera moves up to the toothpaste holder you see the syringes. She was too small to get them, but…"
Courtney Love on her relationship with Kurt Cobain