Watch Me Fall

pandarican:

Magic.

Seriously, it’s never gonna happen for me but any friends wedding better look similar to this.

laughhard:

Best marketing technique

laughhard:

Best marketing technique

pyramize:

shawnali:

The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands. 

That’s pretty sick


That’s pretty fucking beautiful.

pyramize:

shawnali:

The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands. 

That’s pretty sick

That’s pretty fucking beautiful.

sherlokitea:

johnlocktime:

eunnieboo:

if you have a pet and i’ve ever visited your house: i’m sorry

bless

17yr:

“hey im emotionally unstable and not good at texting do u wanna date me”

mamasam:

HE JUST YAWNS AND NOMS ON HIS LITTLE FRIEND THERE OMIGAWD

Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! They are just so cute!!! Ughhhhh

I love tanning, most of the time. It is literally the most relaxing ten minutes I get some days. But today, a couple hours after tanning, my body starts itching everywhere.

My entire body is practically covered in heat rash. Fucking hell.

Where I Am

Ok. So yesterday I thought I was doing ok. I went for a ride, came back just feeling a bit numb, then started drinking. That’s probably where I went wrong, I drank a lot last night. Nonetheless, I was doing good, laughing with a friend over dinner and drinks downtown, feeling pretty ok, then they needed to go home so as to be able to wake up early for work. Very understandable. Then I met up with another friend and my roommate, my house, continued to drink. We all went up to Table Rock, and I think that’s when my brain decided to shut off, or rather meltdown. I played a certain song on my phone and lost it. My talk to the valley below me went from philosophical ramblings to mental breakdown screaming to almost puking from the emotional overload to actually puking from so much alcohol. So roommate got her car, brought it up, and we all left. I lost it. I was crying about everything and anything. I haven’t been at that point in years, I hadn’t felt so scared of being put back in the hospital again since I was put in the hospital the first time. I’m so amazed at their strength and will being able to support me while I’m that deep in an episode, if I were them I would have been so scared of me and the episode unfolding.

But that’s why it’s called purging, exorcism, deletion. You have to puke and scream and in a sense kill a part of yourself that was choking you, depriving your mind of good things, your eyes of light, and your spirit of the happiness it deserves. And to get back to a better point you have to purge, release, and get it all out. Which I did, for the most part. It’s out. The world heard my cry, albeit very alcohol induced, but it happened. It’s out. It’s time to now cure this hangover and get on with the rest of the semester.

Pt.2 (at Veterans Memorial State Park)

Pt.2 (at Veterans Memorial State Park)

I don’t know what the world is telling me today. (at Veterans Memorial State Park)

I don’t know what the world is telling me today. (at Veterans Memorial State Park)

I really could have used getting that information at a different time. When I wasn’t in the midst of a huge depressive episode where all I can think of is how lonely I am and how I’ve fucked up the one thing that ever meant anything to me. But that’s how the universe plays out. The universe knows just how to remind me that what’s gone still exists. Physical distance forced me to move on, and I don’t miss the particular but I miss what it meant, how it meant so much, how I felt cared for in that way for the first time. All that I lack now. How I’ve shut myself away but have also had no chances because I haven’t met anyone nearing comparison.

I’m losing it today. I’m scared of myself.

ruinedchildhood:

me as a teacher

I’m so very good at crying.