Bathroom Epiphany
so many thin people
- Jose: I don't masturbate.
- me: Lie. You're a human male.
- Jose: I know. But I also have very slow internet.
Cheryl Strayed (“Sugar”) might not technically be a therapist, but she’s been doing some of the most wonderful therapy anywhere on the planet over the past couple of years through her Dear Sugar column over at The Rumpus. If you somehow haven’t read her columns yet, you should definitely go and do so right now. You might lose several hours of your day/life in the archives, but I promise you it will be time well spent.
(via psychotherapy)
(via aspirethesenses)
I love my friends.
And this is a relevant irrelevant picture. It’s pretty much my face when I say love.
Hey hey hey (Taken with instagram)
Waking up to this. A curious case of chilling soju by the bed. (Taken with instagram)
This semester is coming to an end. Unlike most of my friends, it’s not an end end just yet. It’s aggravating to be the odd one out, but I’m trying to keep my head out of the water and stay in the sun.
Spring 2012 is quite a simple semester. It’s made out of sunlight, attempts to lose weight with inconsistent gyming, 30 Rock, Community, The Voice, Big Bang Theory, wanting to bake in a oven-less apartment, Chinese novels, frequent home visits that did my surface area no good, fighting off under eye wrinkles, gratitude journal, silk pillow case, minimal school, avoiding the talk of present and future and lots of lots of hospital bills.
As the photos of people sailing off to a new chapter of their lives pop up on facebook, I feel like being trapped in a glass case of emotions. It’s kind of all over the place. Kind of like if you mix sriracha, soy sauce, balsamic vinegar, high fructose corn syrup, ponzu sauce, ketchup and mustard in a bowl and pour it over rice. I don’t want to eat but I feel like embracing this bowl of disgusting is the only way out to a more peaceful place.
Stop running away, let’s eat.
Stand-up Comedy and Mental Illness: A Conversation with Maria Bamford (Slate)
Slate: One of the striking things about your more recent material is how you engage with questions of mental health in a way that’s serious and thoughtful as well as really funny. There’s so much…
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Dancing On My Own by Robyn
Heard this song from the new HBO show Girls. Also a perfect dancing in the underpants (drunk) song.
Other comments: Girls is a great show. And thank god for free HBO.
Forget the big ticket items. When someone can afford HBO, they’ve succeeded in life.
Lilacs. Another thing to fancy in the spring. (Taken with instagram)
Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Download faster, I cannot wait to watch you.
ai se eu te pego is the number song on Billboard Latin Charts right now. It one of the few non-Spanish that’s topped the chart and it comes with a catchy little dance that evidently has turned into a soccer goal dance for some adorable Latin soccer players.
THEY’RE SO CUTE!
Here’s the alleged official dance steps: http://youtu.be/dZt2t8JHV-c
*fan face and run away*
