Pandora hits it so hard on the head that the nail gets all fucked up. Today is one of those days.
petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’
what about alaska
are we then normal canada
canada a bit to the left
What about South America? Is that just America? Or South South Canada?
i cried my ass of laughing
i caN’T BREATHE OH MY GOD
I’m not even from Canada but I approve this change of names
Leave your apartment looking terrible. Walk to the deli and see your usual deli guy’s eyes start to widen at your disheveled appearance. This would’ve horrified you yesterday but today it makes you smile. You’ve decided that everything that made you worry will now make you smile.
Walk with better posture. Order two helpings of dessert. Ask someone to take you to a doctor’s appointment and refuse to feel guilty about it. You would do the same for them so why should you feel like you’re putting anyone out? Stand by your opinion that The Shins are a good band even when you’re friends give you hell over it. This is thrilling. Openly loving The Shins has never felt so liberating.
Tell your father he’s a jerk because he is. Tell your mother that you love her because you do. Don’t tell anyone that you love them if it’s not true, if they don’t deserve it. It’s a privilege to be loved by you. Your emotional slutty days are effectively over.
How To Stop Caring So Much (via honeysucculents)
Hold the fuck up. The Shins are a terrible band? Who’s borderline-retarded friends say this?
I swear to god I will cut the next trisomal idiot that makes that claim.
That’s a down’s syndrome joke, guys.
I feel kinda bad about it.
If you’re interested in color theory, or you like beautifully-designed little games, or you just feel like being bad at something today (OH MY GOD SLOW DOWN TOO MANY COLORS), try this.
wait is that good or
7.3 sobs blues fuck me up man and I got so disoriented trying to navigate tetradics
9.3 not bad
suck it, you few colorblind nerds
Check list for tomorrow: Talk to my parents about figuring out applications fees. Call the admittance offices in both Temple and Philadelphia University of the Sciences, and beg a case for my somewhat non-traditional behind. Play more Guacamelee. Maybe eat more pulled pork? We did make about 5 lbs of the awesome stuff. Also write the damn admissions essays for those two schools. I hate admissions essays. Deal with the fact that I will be going into debt for a minimum of 140k after all is said and done. Just writing that sentence is honestly panic-inducing.
OH! And totally do something nice for that person I’m living with, she is rad as hell and deserves it.
And it shouldn’t just be “put penis in, go to town” this time.
I am about two days from putting in the applications that will start me off on the road to a doctorate in physical therapy. Scary ass days.
And I’ve been talking with the bursar’s office about it. If I’m accepted, I’ll be able to do it. Finally. 22, going to college. This is where you put in the teary winky face.
Page 1 of 66