Nothing Special

21. INFJ if that means anything to you. In college, and not doing too well--neither in school nor life. My blog primarily consists of whiny texts posts, Pokemon, porn, and whatever things amuse me, thank you internet.

When I get another pair of real glasses, they’ll probably be like this only a little smaller and, you know, the right size for my face.

When I get another pair of real glasses, they’ll probably be like this only a little smaller and, you know, the right size for my face.

the-fandoms-are-cool:

leradny:

videohall:

Astronaut readjusts to life back on Earth

> Don’t give him a baby for a while.

HE GRABS THE CUP BUT THEN HE DROPS THE PEN 0.0003 SECONDS LATER

AND HE LOOKS UP AT THE CEILING INSTEAD OF AT THE GROUND WHEN HE CAN’T FIND THEM

I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING HE JUST DROPS IT

IT’S NOT FUNNY IT’S VERY LOGICAL THAT HE WOULD HAVE ADJUSTED TO LIVING LIFE WHILE HE WAS IN SPACE BECAUSE IT’S DIFFERENT FROM EARTH BUT I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE

*THUNK*

I haven’t used tumblr a lot lately. Over the summer, I was pretty busy so that made sense.

Since school has started, I’ve had time for it but honestly I’ve sort of avoided it…

I’m at this point where like… I’m actually sort of happy with things in my life…. sometimes.
*break*

Anyone I can talk sex with is okay in my book.

Drinking some gin and orange juice while Logan sleeps.

This is actually a wonderful combination.

Russ Abbott (Ink & Dagger Tattoo Atlanta, GA)
I love the colors on this… and just the whole tattoo. <3

Russ Abbott (Ink & Dagger Tattoo Atlanta, GA)

I love the colors on this… and just the whole tattoo. <3

“So a psychiatrist walks into a bar,
asks for scotch, two fingers deep, no ice.
The strangers with hunched backs
all grunt in admiration and approval around him.
One of them asks him what he does for a living.
He takes a sip without wincing
and doesn’t answer.

There’s a 17 year old patient of his who won’t
stop telling him about how bad she wants him to fuck her.
Another middle-aged woman
can’t take a shower because she
thinks her dead husband is trapped in the drain.
He finishes his drink and thinks
about all the different ways
a person can drown.

A psychiatrist walks into a bar
and gets drunk off his ass drinking hard liquor.
He can’t remember the last time he
felt this full and on fire.
The world is spinning like it’s
trying to run away, so he starts talking
to God in the parking lot.
God answers with a gust of wind
just gentle enough to knock him
to the ground, laughing like a child
who has just heard his first words.

He should probably get some help,
he thinks.”

Caitlyn Siehl. A Psychiatrist Walks Into a Bar (via alonesomes)