what do you do when life feels utterly hopeless?
so like, what do i do every third day? HAHA JK (ahem).
ummmm sometimes i do good things, like work work work, bake tiny cookies, listen to aretha franklin albums, color with eli, watch goonies, sit in the middle of the bed with a cup of tea and make collages, send someone a sweet text message and hope they reply (risky), sit in the sun, read a magazine, clean the baseboards, organize my bathroom, write and write and write in my journal, go to the bookstore, buy a new toothbrush, calculate the cost of living in seattle vs. san francisco and their surrounding areas.
sometimes i do things that aren’t as good, like password-protect my blog and [other things].
laneia YOU ARE THERE what where is your okcupid profile how cute are you on it what are your interests oooi wanna seeooo link please?
YES I AM CUTE. i can’t fucking help but be cute it’s in my dna. some would even say ‘precious’ or 'twee’ but YEAH. I’M FUCKING CUTE.
i may not think of funny headlines or write about politics or do basic math without a calculator, but when the zombie apocalypse comes, i’ll be ripped apart and eaten half-alive knowing that I WAS CUTE.
nevermind, i found it. but would it be weird if i sent you a message on okcupid? it said there’s a 91% chance we’d be friends, and i think it might be right. but i feel like it’s borderline stalking. but on the other hand, isn’t that sort of the point?
goddamn that’s a really high percentage. the most i’ve seen locally is 85%, if i remember correctly.
i don’t think this is stalking. i think this is “the way that we live.”
My heart is breaking and I’m tempted to start drinking in the middle of the afternoon. I want to be extremely self destructive right now and just shut off from the rest of the world. I never cry, but still, I just don’t feel like crying today.
maybe you should run.
like, actually run. or jump. i think that would make your muscles and lungs burn and it would feel like something.
you could feel something besides your heart.
if you’re going to drink, i wish you’d do so with a friend or three. and maybe just stick to some really watered-down beer.
open the window.
Do you really love us? nothing makes me feel worse than when I think people say it and dont’ mean it. I feel like you wouldn’t like me if you met me. :(
yes i really do love you.
i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t love you. i love you even without meeting you but i would also love you after meeting.
i love you because i know you and you know me and i don’t want to do this without you.
i can’t, actually. i trust you to stay.
The Definition of SHILOH PANIC
SHILOH PANIC:
Shiloh Panic is a larger commentary on societal moral panic
Shiloh Panic is every moral panic
Shiloh Panic is our society’s endless fixation with the regulation and suppression of sexuality and identity and originality. it’s the screaming burning blazing honest self, slamming up against the cold steel of a cruel, aged, bitter, stifled world.
(bcw via 5-Year-Old Boy’s Daphne Costume Throws Gender-Conscious Parents Into Shiloh Panic)
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How grim has the future of a DADT repeal become in the new, Republican future? Kinda grim.
Do you have a job? WELL THEN CLEARLY YOU AREN’T A TWENTYSOMETHING WITH A GRADUATE DEGREE. Are you hiring. Can I send you a resume.
god damn, how do i stop procrastinating?
answering formpsring questions is my number one procrastination activity
Would it be more scientific of me to identify as bisexual even though I have NO interest whatsoever in men?
i was always really bad at science
especially the class about the rocks
once i took a class about monkeys
to fulfill a science requirement
i called it ‘monkey class’