hi

you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.

need a full body massage a margarita 400mg of ibuprofen a plate of brownies at least an hour in a jacuzzi and 20,000 dollars cash

reblog to give a mutual a full body massage a margarita 400mg of ibuprofen a plate of brownies at least an hour in a jacuzzi and 20,000 dollars in cash

fuck Israel btw

I am a friend to all cats. Yes even the mean ones. They have their reasons.

on february 1st, 1994 a pile of cherry blossom petals on the sidewalk were swept up into a small whirlwind by the breeze, and as the petals came to rest, harry styles materialized out of thin air among them, completely serene

obsessed with bed.. i love bed. obsessed with pillows blankets and such literally love sleeping

i’m already living in a time loop it’s called being employed

a handy explanation of my annual "the polar vortex doesn't mean what the news thinks it means" rant

I love how Walker Scobell just appeared one day. He’s acted in only three projects now, all within the last two years, all where he’s the main character. Nothing else. No nepotism. I think someone in Hollywood just said “Yeah I need an angelic little blond boy who watches too many rated R movies, bites people, and swears like a sailor?” and then they found Walker skateboarding in the dumpster out back and went “PERFECT”

I LOVE BED

I LOVE PILLOW

I LOVE BLANKEY

*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.