damnnlyssa:

before and after injecting 1 meth

damnnlyssa:

before and after injecting 1 meth

(Source: doritodictator, via daybreakwarrior)

(Source: wlovepierce, via mydeargreen)

3,000 posts!

editor? deadlines? bahahahahahahahahaha

behold, ladies and gents, my 3,001st post

5by5kevin:

Roses are red
And true love is rare
Booty booty booty booty
Rockin’ everywhere

(via night-time-day-time)

I would kill for some Vicks or decongestant nasal spray right about now.

Or for the sinus relief meds to actually work.

That’d be great.

emobaria:

I can’t believe Jesus hatched from an Easter egg 2000 years ago

(via codegeese)

I had every intention of going to church this morning (because Easter) but then I woke up and felt like my sinuses got hit by a train.

so I’m just gonna sit here and drink tea and listen to the thunderstorm.

(and hope like mad that I feel better before I have to go to work at 3)

troyes-lip-ring:

EVERY SINGLE PERSON. EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON.

WHO REBLOGS THIS WILL GET “it’s a metaphor" IN THEIR ASK BOX

(via thephilthyadventure)

tennants-hair:

simisaurus:

tennants-hair:

i want the tfios movie but at the same time i dont want the tfios movie

do you see my problem

Isaac can’t

THAT WAS FUCKING UNCALLED FOR

(via me-untitled)

dennys:

"It’s a metaphor, see. You put the bacon thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the…um…well, you eat it, actually, ‘cause it’s there and you’re nearly tasting it. So it’s not a metaphor. Um. I have no idea where I was going with that. Want some bacon?"

(via codegeese)

it’s getting real now

15 days

it’s getting real now

15 days

benedict cumberbatch with a southern accent

edgebug:

sincerely, a person who has been on prozac for 9 years

this is in response to some shitty stuff i’ve seen on my dash recently. it’s super simplified, so if you’d like to know some more indepth stuff on how exactly it works, google it—OR BETTER YET actually talk to a mental health doctor psychiatrist person wow

(via daybreakwarrior)

Okay so this has been bothering me all day.

This morning during my vocal lit class, my professor told me (after I told her that I hadn’t 100% finished the analyses I needed for today because I got zero things done over the weekend) that my first priority is that of being a student.

But…no. It’s not.

My first and foremost priority is to make sure I take care of myself. If that means going to bed after I get off work at 11, rather than staying up till 2 or 3 to finish homework, especially if I have to turn around and be up by 7:15, then that’s what I’m going to do.

Then it’s school/homework. Because if I don’t keep myself healthy and somewhat rested, any and all work I do is going to be shit. And I would rather turn a decent end product in all at once, than turn in bits and pieces of utter bullshit that’s next to useless.

(Also, I can’t just not go to work in order to get homework done. Sorry, professor, it doesn’t work that way.)