the-adequate-gatsby: the-adequate-gatsby: the-adequate-gatsby: My sister keeps asking me if I want to go see The Great Cosby with her and I don’t have it in my heart to correct her.
My brother just asked me if he should watch John Dies at the End and I had to try to explain to him why he’d HAVE to read the book first. “The movie is retarded. I mean, okay, the book is retarded too, but the book is retarded in a really great way.” I’m actually really upset though because I REALLY want other people to read it and my brother and I don’t have that...
Repeat after me:
princessfuckingprivilege: You don’t have to feel responsible for the actions of anybody who isn’t you. The color of your skin should not dictate how you’re treated. If you feel some sort of obligation to let people be unpleasant to you because you’re more privileged than them, you are not compassionate, you are a doormat.
Fugg. There was a home invasion right next to my school and a student got killed :/
bojandjordjevic asked: Interesting bio, we've got a lot in common. Would love to see some of your anti feminist posts. And yea, your gorgeous eyes made my heart skip a bit.
So I’m done with everything. Just have the honors graduation on Friday and fo-real graduation on Sunday. This all just feels too weird.
“I earned the right to hate (insert “privileged” group)”. No. Nope. You don’t get to just aimlessly hate people because you “earned” it, because you feel those people did something to you. Like look in your general direction and make you feel like “omg he’s oppressing me”. I am so, so sick of everyone going, “I earned”,...
nsfwsb: tumblr does for social justice what peta does for animal rights
lilacwoods: how long can someone keep a book you let them borrow before you get to say “you obviously aren’t reading it give it back asshole”
someonecalledmefamous: mu5icliz: germansam: tokyosluts: Sleeping is nice because youre not actually dead and youre not awake so its a win-win situation It’s like being dead without the commitment. an open relationship with death death with benefits
Taking my last final tomorrow and picking up my cap and gown. I don’t feel happy about any of this and it’s not because I don’t want to be happy about it. I’m just not. This whole week has been awful and I don’t want to deal with another day.
Need my friends to come home. I feel like I’m miles away from the Earth. And not in a good way.
My name is Alyssa and I’m kind of a failure.
Confidence = Knowing that you’re pretty cool and being comfortable enough with yourself that you don’t feel that you need to prove your greatness or show off what you have to anyone/everyone. Narcissism = Obsessively trying to show other people that you are loved /attractive/whatever, so they can confirm it and tell you all about it because it doesn’t mean anything to you unless...
Tomorrow I am going to write out a general outline to study for my Romanticism final on Thursday. Gonna finish the essay for the German final. Write back to the guy about the internship. And I am going to do yoga if it kills me. Going to crawl inside of myself to the places where nothing else exists and I’m going live there on my own for a little while.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
“My genial spirits fail; And what can these avail To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze forever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.”
You know what I really want to do today? Write two essays.
I feel like I’ve felt sick for weeks. It seems like my stomach hurts constantly. And I can’t tell if something’s wrong with my stomach, or if it’s from fucking with my chemistry too much, or if it’s from being depressed. But it seems like I feel like throwing up all the time.
Once upon a time everyone went away. The end.
I wish I could go back in time and stop you from ever existing.
Fun fact: I created a Twitter solely for the purposes of learning how to use it because a lot of editorial internships want people who can use all kinds of social media. I just went to check my Twitter and on the side under “who to follow” was Claudio Sanchez. And I laughed. Edit: I checked it out and he is the best. “Good Apollo, I’m Burning My Brains Into A Watery Mess...
It’s so hard being a woman because men open their legs out so wide when they’re sitting on the train and leave me no room. What makes them think they can oppress me like that :( Give me a fucking break. You’re not entitled to space on the train. Sorry. They’re not doing it because they think they deserve space and you don’t. They’re just fucking sitting. ...
Oh God what if the music people like me and want me to work for them because I can’t just outright say “I applied to your internship and then realized that the commute is nearly two hours and I don’t want to do that, sorry”. On the other side, I just applied to the YA website internship and I really hope I get that one. It’s way easier to get to and more within my...
Hnnngg the people at the music internship seem so nice but it’s a reaaally long commute. And they want a writing sample. What is this with writing samples.
One internship got back to me. I knew they were in Williamsburg. But they asked where I’m located. And then I looked up how far it is from here to Williamsburg. And I realized that it’s like an hour and a half and I think that’s probably too far. I feel really really dumb. Waiting to hear back from my brother and see if there’s a way I can do it, but I’m pretty sure...
Hyperbole and a Half: Depression Part Two →
How does this woman describe depression so well Seriously. Disturbingly accurate right down to crying on the kitchen floor Though, admittedly, I have yet to find a piece of corn
Fun fact: People are entitled to needs, not wants.
Sometimes I fear that by the time I am old, I will have wasted all of my youth being unhappy. People tell me that a lot. Doctors mostly. “You’re too young to be this sad”. I know but I can’t stop it, it’s my brain. I want to stop. But it’s hard because I also don’t want to be medicated, and I don’t want to make my parents pay for therapy. My...
[[MORE]] I tried to contact Brittany today and ask her if she was doing alright. No answer. I’m worried she’s angry because I left the wake a little early, and because I couldn’t go to the funeral. She doesn’t know why I couldn’t, I didn’t get to explain to her and I didn’t want to bother her. I left the wake early because it was almost over anyway and...
This fear of the night doesn’t come from the dark, or what hides in it, or anything like that. It’s being alone with my brain and feeling too bad to wake anyone up, or keep anyone up, and the fear that I will need someone and I won’t be able to reach anyone because every one is asleep. But it’s a dumb fear because even when people are awake I can’t seem to express...