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“Am I the only one who—” yes. You’re all alone. And nobody shares your experiences or loves you. And you’re floating on a raft in a dark ocean and there’s sharks and squids trying to get you and lightning is crashing and the water is choppy and black

Wrestling is fake but the boners are real. These were the last words my great grandmother spoke to me before she passed

month starting on a monday we have no excuse guys lets get to work and lock the fuck in

yk its actually very chic and avant garde to start on tuesday the second

many claim theres nothing more subversive and revolutionary than starting on wednesday the third

the more time you spend in active recovery from any given self destructive behavior or addiction the more you understand the common conception of the "relapse" as defined by a broken "streak" to be, like, so bad for one's own well-being that it would be funny if it weren't resulting in just a lot of misery and death

I told my girlfriend to think of quitting vaping as training her endurance by seeing how long she can run before she gets tired, then doing it again and hoping to go further next time. She said it really helped her.

Instead of saying crass B.S. like "what the c****", or "what t*** fuck", why don't we simply spread joy and say, "what the pleasure"? Reblog, if you agree. [tumblr]

Imagine operating in the Real LOL I’ve been symbolic for years

The winner takes it Saul. The loser has to call

Tom Loftis affirmations: I am no longer the mayor from jaws. I will not allow firework celebrations to happen knowing there’s something bad going on. I am genre-aware.

i sing then everyone joins

i sing then everyone joins