i really do want to be productive and make something of my life but i just love… Laying Down… so much. nothing makes me happier
the mark of the beast
Bill Nye the Science Guy walking the catwalk at New York Men’s Fashion Week 2017
my god
brilliant omg
like, bye 👋🏻
stupid question: why is it funny that glenn went to juilliard
glenn is using his juilliard-cultivated talents to make dennis be The Most, Always
Stella Tjajkovski, holocaust survivor (written in a Swedish news paper 27th of January 2017, one week after the inauguration of Donald Trump)
The Oregon Trail, 1985
Harrison Ford goes out into his backyard. He looks up at the stars and finds the brightest one. He shakes his head as he speaks. “You just had to tell them we slept together, didn’t you?” Carrie Fisher emerges in the sky like Mufasa and looks down on Harrison Ford before flipping him off.
High-functioning anxiety sounds like…
You’re not good enough. You’re a bad friend. You’re not good at your job. You’re wasting time. You’re a waste of time. Your boyfriend doesn’t love you. You’re so needy. What are you doing with yourself? Why would you say that? What if they hate it? Why can’t you have your shit together? You’re going to get anxious and because you’re going to get anxious, you’re going to mess everything up. You’re a fraud. Just good at faking it. You’re letting everybody down. No one here likes you.
All the while, it appears perfectly calm.
It’s always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy. Writing. Running. List-making. Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy). Doing jumping jacks in the kitchen. Dancing in the living room, pretending it’s for fun, when really it’s a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen it written out as if it were describing me exactly.
Ouch
arf
when you go to your friend’s house and they only have one copy of E.MO.TION
BBQ
blease be quiet