The irony of not being able to work on my silk screen piece about not letting anxiety control me is not lost.


fishfingerslovecustard:

If you ever feel the need to use the term “feminazi” to describe women who are fighting against a patriarchal system that would crush them and tell them that they already have more than they deserve, get out of my face, get out of my life, get out of my universe.


Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, “Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.

Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)

oh no, I’m crying

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Oh man guys I’m so fucking scared to go to Japan. I’ve never lived on my own except for on campus, and that doesn’t really count. I’ve never been to Fukuoka. I don’t speak the language that well. I’ve never even flown by myself!
I’m going completely broke for this trip and I’m just terrified.




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smatter:

guys read the fine print its hilarious

THAT POOR LUCHA LIBRE LIONFISH

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I miss Avatar being on Netflix. I want to watch it so bad right now.


fishfingerslovecustard:

youveupsettits:

get-your-ass-in-the-impala:

nurderling:

Watch this video from Cadillac. Note a few things (actor, white, rich guy, workaholic, typical cocky American, very unrealistic). This is not a parody video, they’re being completely serious.

Now watch Ford’s response.

I can’t explain it very well just please watch both of these videos okay Ford burns Cadillac so bad okay it’s so good.

"That’s the upside of giving a damn."

You better hope winter is coming, bitch. You’re gonna need it for that burn.

Holy SHIT.

Ford fucking laying down the damn law.

I think the best part is that Ford didn’t just make their version up - they used an actual “crazy entrepreneur trying to make the world better” (a direct quote from the commercial), not just an actor in charge of a made up company that sounds good.  The woman in the Ford commercial is Pashon Murray, founder of Detroit Dirt (http://www.detroitdirt.org/) which looks like a really awesome company that is devoted to making a positive environmental impact.