Glad jenna anne liked my comic, it cracks me up everytime i look at it! lol
I have a whole bunch of comics just stacked away on my desktop maybe ill fish em out here.
maybe.
fuckyeahdashboardconfessional:
This song makes me want to sit outside at night with my buddies while drinking a cold beer.
Carry This Picture
Beautiful.
Now listen, life is lovely, but I Can’t Live It. I can’t even explain. I know how silly it sounds… but if you knew how it Felt. To be alive, yes, alive, but not be able to live it. Ay that’s the rub. I am like a stone that lives… locked outside of all that’s real… do you know of such things, can you hear? I wish, or think I wish, that I were dying of something for then I could be brave, but to be not dying, and yet… and yet to be behind a wall, watching everyone fit in where I can’t, to talk behind a gray foggy wall, to live but to not reach or to reach wrong… to do it all wrong… believe me, (can you?) what’s wrong. I want to belong… I’m not a member. I’m frozen.
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via bunnymitford) (via awritersruminations, bunnymitford) (via libraryland)
Instead of doing my english paper, I decided to familiarize myself with tumblr today; try to figure out what it’s about. As of this moment my follower count is zero, but I’m sure that’ll eventually change. I kind of like it this way though. I’ve realized that I’m not one of those people that magically become experts at being social when online. I’m just as awkward online as I am in real life.
One thing I learned about tumblr:
Pictures are the life of tumblr. Especially anything with sexual content, and humor, or both. Mostly just a bunch of skinny girls showing cleavage, tattoos, and other art forms(lets not mistake this for a complaint). For the humor part of it, there’s a bunch of crap that made me laugh out loud.
Also no one has to know you have a tumblr, until you make it known or someone just happens to come across it by mere accident.
On another note, I realized I’ve come to appreciate life a whole lot more recently. Funny thing is that I love life mainly because it’s a bitch. It’s like my love for Rachel McAdams on Mean Girls. I love that bitch.
Did that make sense?
over and out.
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= breakfast
hahaha
I always win!…
sometimes.
good times
(Source: scrake)
I knew I was going to abandon this thing after a while. Thanksgiving was amazing, I have to say I’m a fat ass for claiming it as my favorite holiday because I stuffed my face. It isn’t technically over either, with all of these left overs it usually ends about four days later. Working it off is never fun. My sister promised she’d go running with me, but I am almost positive she’s going to ditch me like last summer; bitch.
[The Matrix has you.]
This movie is overall amazing, but this is my favorite scene.
I don’t know if I would be scared, or creeped out to see this on my monitor, because those are too different things right? right.
