Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.

By Joshua Espinoza  (via lifeprowlr)

(Source: doubtsbestally)

veryclassylady:

I looked at him and thought. I would not mind sunday mornings with him.

(Source: viveaux)

The day exhausts me, irritates me. It is brutal, noisy. I struggle to get out of bed, I dress wearily and, against my inclination, I go out. I find each step, each movement, each gesture, each word, each thought as tiring as if I were lifting a crushing weight.

Guy de Maupassant, Paris Tales  (via mirroir)

(Source: larmoyante)

ohheyvict0ria:

Oh hey look it’s the fault in our stars


I mean, I loved the book. But this is hilarious! Hahaha.
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kdatkennesaw:

#kd #kappa delta #kdksu #kdsummer #kennesaw #kaydee



Hey look! I’m on my sorority’s tumblr page :p
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parralex0889:

willyciraptor:

thesassylorax:

cygnettoswan:

4gifs:

Hippo doesn’t have time for this

Hippo got shit to do.

Hippo got swimming to do.

Hippo got shit to do and places to be

ain’t nobody fuck with hippo


Why did I ever stop getting on Tumblr???