February 2012
255 posts
Some dickwad on facebook just had a massive spiel about how he thinks abortion is murder and how girls should keep their legs shut if they’re not ready to deal with consequences, etc.
I want to fucking vomit; reading that made me feel sick to my stomach.
“It is none of my goddamned business if a random 400-pound (or 150-pound, or...”
– The question of health is a private one. And often irrelevant | already pretty (via curvesahead)
“your high school years are the best years of your life”
– someone who clearly had no idea what the fuck they were talking about (via pesterlogs)
“Yes, I’m bitter about a violent crime perpetrated against another person, and...”
– Sarah (via purple-bones)
Aloe vera gel with green tea is currently my best friend.
“I’m grateful for anything that reminds me of what’s possible in this life. Books...”
– Jonathon Safran Foer (via emotional-algebra)
Kissing in Vietnamese
nouvelliste:
My grandmother kisses as if bombs are bursting in the backyard, where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes through the kitchen window, as if somewhere, a body is falling apart and flames are making their way back through the vessels in a young boy’s thigh, as if to walk out the door your torso would dance with exit wounds.
Ocean Vuong
“Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and...”
– Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird. (via paperbackgirl)
Anonymous asked: what is it you can't do as a profession?
I’m doing an afternoon shift at work. I have been watching Harry Potter
2 since 7:30 because there’s nothing to do.
I am getting paid $23+ an hour to sit in a comfy chair, watch Harry Potter, drink chai tea and steal some vegan biscuits I found.
What even.
Tomorrow.
Ugh. So tired.
Wake up at 4:30am. Work 6-11am. Home. QUT to sort out blue card/hep b shots/CPR & first aid courses. Home. Study/read/more errands with Mamaya. Home. Hopefully a ballet class. Meet up with Jamesy & go home. Receive foot rubs and cuddles, and sleep for eternity.
Rambles.
It literally makes me so down sometimes that the one thing I want to do in my future (as a profession) is the one thing that I literally can’t.
It kills me.
“She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.”
– Neil Gaiman (via adeathwaltz)
Work tomorrow morning.
And the morning after.
And the afternoon after.
I feel physically ill and want to cry again.
Hey QUT,
Seriously.
I have clinical placement this semester, so they decide to send me a friendly email detailing all of the requirements I need to have completed by week four (a.k.a. March 23rd) TODAY.
Some of the applications take “a minimum of 12 weeks to go through” (which is more than two months past when I need it) and others are over $100 per requirement.
Fuck. You. QUT.
“She’s never where she is,” I said. “She’s only inside her head.”
– White Oleander (via wowloverly)
Straight women: Neil Patrick Harris is sexy.
Gay guys: Neil Patrick Harris is sexy.
Straight guys: Neil Patrick Harris is sexy.
Lesbians: Neil Patrick Harris is sexy.
Neil Patrick Harris: Neil Patrick Harris is sexy.
Today/tomorrow/ramblings.
Today consisted of hanging out with Henny pie. He’s such an amazing friend, I don’t know what I’d do without him. We window-shopped, bought books, and played pool. It was a nice, quiet day.
Tomorrow I have to be up at 4:30am because I have a stupid 6am-11am shift at work (one of the notorious ‘float’ shifts at work - a.k.a. most work in least number of hours with...
