anxiety


rly good poetry
hot piqs
beer me




(Source: oceanlogic, via pixiepuppy)

thug-pugz:

Theresa gave me a special present tonight

myownlost:

I’d like to cancel my subscription to Menstrual Cycle Monthly

Seriously who the eff signed me up for this garbage

(via unconforming)


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I stayed in bed for over an hour
looked at things on my phone
I felt slightly anxious about nothing particular
I walked downstairs and poured coffee into a jar
I asked a person on the internet if I should take drugs
I took drugs before the person had time to respond

I feel alienated by people who express concern about me without
defining their concern in terms of a specific solution or goal
I dont feel comforted by the idea of an afterlife
I dont want to continue experiencing things after I die
I want someone to pull my hair because I like the idea of someone
controlling my head without touching my head

what is the difference between being an independent person
and being a person who is accepting of loneliness

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“Today My Alarm Went Off at 12:30 p.m.,” Mira Gonzalez (via commovente)

(via unconforming)



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As capitalism matures, its emphasis on leaping toward the new and the original stands out. It thrives, as historian Joyce Appleby tells us, on “relentless revolution.” Novelty reigns supreme. The consumer is groomed for the ceaseless search for new sensations and new possibilities. Capitalism looks forward. It revels in future visions rather than reflection. As industrialization brings the demands of endless work, capitalism has to stimulate the desire for pleasure and consumption. The Puritan ethic of delayed gratification, based on the idea of scarcity, is pushed aside. Capitalism offers us the fantasy of abundance, where restraint is unnecessary.


Lasting love becomes constricting and banal. The bond of Ma and Pa Kettle, quietly sharing companionship on the front porch of the farm after decades of living, looks drab and uninspiring. Romantic love is not based on companionship, but on the feeling of being desired. This kind of love appears to give us the opportunity, just as money does, to constantly remake ourselves, to project new versions of our lives. It’s about longing, fleeting highs, the same stimulation we feel in buying a new car, a new wardrobe. As the married couple’s romantic attraction wanes, the need for stimulation is transferred to the next big purchase, the washing machine, the wide-screen TV. Capitalism goes humming along.

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Lynn Stuart Parramore, Love in the Time of Layoffs  (via rosadefuego)

(Source: preciousdivineenergy, via unconforming)



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-osito:

queertoxins:

and now i wanna be your dog

ugh.

(Source: vultureshock)


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amajor7:

Inspirational quotes

(via the-communist-daughter)