(via pixie-cropped)
ok last new bag design. epidemiology was the first episode i ever saw!!! it has a special place in my heart, i’ve always wanted to do a group pic for it
i forgot leonard but it was getting hard to fit everyone as it is….
(via not-quite-normal)
things I will now make an effort to have in my life: a figurine of a polka dot elephant serving me pie.
EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE LOOK AT THESE CUTIES.
LOOK AT HIM YAWN AND OH MY GOD THE ONE EATING THE CUCUMBER AND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
RATS ARE THE CUTEST EVER AND I CAN’T WAIT TO HAVE THEM AGAIN BECAUSE YES PLEASE ALL OF THE YES PLEASE SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
(via letgoonsix)
I just dreamt that every single friend I had systematically phased me out of their life because of some fatal flaw they found, and said flaw was never the same one from person to person.
I had to move out to another house because my roommates hated me, owned by people who also hated me, next to people who would construct guns on their porch and aim them at me as I passed by, to the amusement of whichever friend was still with me out of some feeling of obligation.
I was about to hitchhike to another city far away where I knew no one, but I thought it was too dangerous and expensive and was worried that all of the people I met would see all of my flaws and i’d have to leave again. But some of my friends who hated me but also pitied me so we still talked were trying to convince me that was for the best. Because it meant that I wouldn’t be near them.
I could not get anyone to help me move or figure out my new place or go to the store to buy things I needed or anything except come over to my place and scowl in judgement as I desperately tried to convince them I was worth refriending. This extended to my boyfriend, too.
Fuck you too, brain.
Sincerely, fuck off with this bullshit.
Burrowing Owl
(Photo by Alfred Forns)
(via completelysane)
We all build some sort of defense against the world. Like sarcasm.
(via kreugan)
It’s Amy’s choice. It has always been.
Today on things I am immeasurably grateful for…
Having a boyfriend who loves me and who would never be abusive, physically or emotionally, towards me.
Reading through websites like Project Unbreakable really makes me remember and realize how fortunate I am.
And I know I say that if that wasn’t the case - if I met someone who was abusive, that they’d never make it to the state of “boyfriend”. I’d like to think that’s true. But I have my doubts, in myself, in my confidence, in my ability to see it for what it is.
None of that matters. Not right now. Because right now, I am happy. Grateful. Lucky.




