bodycatcher:

Genghis’ Problem…
~ Joke by callafraser.tumblr

bodycatcher:

Genghis’ Problem…

~ Joke by callafraser.tumblr

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#winenight

#winenight

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When we’re not in love we’re miserable wishing we were in love, and when we are in love we’re miserable that love isn’t enough.

Elektra Luxx (2010)

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itsdamnfunny:

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today

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cosryan:

This is not just an excellent and poignant way of depicting the stigma and lack of understanding surrounding depression, but also of many other disorders that people can’t see; bipolar, schizophrenia, ME, CFS, fibromyalgia. Just because our disorders are invisible does not mean they’re not there.

cosryan:

This is not just an excellent and poignant way of depicting the stigma and lack of understanding surrounding depression, but also of many other disorders that people can’t see; bipolar, schizophrenia, ME, CFS, fibromyalgia. Just because our disorders are invisible does not mean they’re not there.

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jgalleguez:

Disappointed sloth is disappointed

jgalleguez:

Disappointed sloth is disappointed

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Partially Mad and Marginally Attractive: Missing the Arms of a Young Guy

austinleighpryfogle:

This poem was written in the spring of 2008 during my freshmen semester of college.


The times we spent lying in your bed

I dream of them

Of our bodies entangled

Happily confused

But now, I’m alone

Craving a touch

A kiss

Anything to live up to

the…

Reaching Back in Time

austinleighpryfogle:

Freshmen year in college came with a huge change in myself, I wanted so fiercely to differentiate the new me from the old girl back at home that I was willing to do anything.  

I have no regrets for the decisions I made because they made me who I am today.  I will say that my forays into promiscuity were not my proudest moments, but I can look back, laugh, and know that I learned something.

I recently looked back at my writing from that year and found a story influenced by my experience that first time.  To help myself though, I looked at the situation from what might have been the boys perspective.  He was a young man just as lost as I was in the world, searching for something to escape into, something that wasn’t him.  This is his story.

I am a fuckup.  Don’t worry.  If I didn’t say it, someone else would.  I am a failure.  But it really doesn’t matter all that much.  In the world I live in, I am a god.  In our bubble, I am a king.  But among the raucous youth of this world, among the peers that thrive in debauchery as mold does in moist, warm air, I am searching for something more.  I’m not sure what more is, but I want it. 

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