in pursuit of pleasure

I'm like a fujoshi but for divorced couples

who the hell is austin walker

the thing is they really do let you hit because you're goofy.

i say shit like "whuh oh!" and it makes girls want to kiss me under moonlight for some reason

I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.

some nights by fun really is the most 2012 song ever because its like: "the US government didnt give a fuck about the soldiers it sent to kill and be killed all for politicking points. the whole thing was a farce, costing countless people their lives. also heres a 30 second autotune vocal solo where i just kind of make sounds into the mic for a bit with a crazy filter."

substance abuse is like the most normal response in these conditions

Me: wow… i really have been so unplugged today… [sees that I posted every hour on the hour] well. Okay

I need a polite and effective way to say "hey your heart is truly in the right place and your anger is often righteous but I think sometimes you’re getting recreationally mad about things that are frankly not worth the amount of energy you’re spending on them, and every time you do this you're driving yourself slightly more insane with nothing to show for it," and then I need a way to broadcast that message through a loudspeaker to roughly 30,000 people at once, and THEN I need a time machine to send that message to my past self lol. and maybe a second time machine in case past me tries to be clever and sabotage the version of me who comes through the first time machine

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to talk to myself on the internet

Stephen King’s Fujo