Grey stained wooden furniture, boring lifeless “minimalist” apartment, fake plants in white containers, throw pillows in cursive with cheesy motivational quotes, if she wasn’t working full time at Starbucks she’d be filming vlogs in her overpriced flat with a roommate that does cocaine. You’re thinking of the blonde vegan you saw in LA aren’t you?
Born too early to catfish Thomas Sanders as a minor and expose him as a sexual predator, born too late to bully him in high school and keep his massive ego in check.

me showing the doctor where to amputate my leg as i ready the tourniquet
(via devoposting)
do you ever stop and realize you only interact with like, 0.03% of the entire internet
it doesn’t seem like that
only like 2% of the internet is actually good
Actually only one website is good
gillesduceppe.tumblr.com
Liking a certain kind of music doesn’t make you unique you fucking losers. Unless it’s my kind of music, which makes me very weird and epic
I can’t read more on mobile so I’m just gonna post this in the late hours of the night
I have a lot more optimism for 2019 than I did for the beginning of 2018. I’ve already started to really revitalize myself with new innovative ideas I wanna put into practice in 2019. I’ll hopefully be working and be making a fair bit of money, with my hobby occupying my mind so that I don’t go back into a depressive state.
2018 was rough for me just because I felt like it had treated me pretty unfairly with the series of unfortunate job sequences and mood swings. It was necessary though, since it was a year that really tested me and forged me into a more assertive person with better marshalling ability. Therapy’s also been a huge staple in self organization and I feel like my therapist has known me my entire life at this point. She’s been a good reinforcement and actualization of ideas I’ve had about my life that I needed to hear.
This is the year that’s really gonna test me again, but the ball’s in my court; I get to decide the rules this time.
(Source: steve-o-gay, via fengshuiofficecubicle)

The first Ayatollah of Iran declaring Eid al-Fitr, 1979 (colorized)
You know that really specific brand of “I’m totally joking about that innuendo but if you drop even a hint of non-irony I drop the sarcasm in a second” that really slimy men do