so yesterday i put the effort to wake up, run a few miles to mentally prepare myself for my stupid job, take my xanax and other medication to keep my mind calm enough to deal with this stupid job, get dressed, have my sick husband drive my ass over there… only to find out that my dress is not the appropriate attire for the great classy empire that is whole foods market, where i wear a...
just had my mom telling me that the “mob” destroyed my great grandfather’s career in politics. one of the many strange stories that come when your family is from new jersey.
my mom bought me an hour long massage for christmas… which i’ve never had done professionally, but the gift certificate says that there will be aromatherapy during this hour, and my options include “lavender, sandalwood, mint, pepperoni pizza, and more” is the world fucking with me? *side note: i just remembered. about a year and some change ago i was living in a town...
getting thoughtful gifts from people who care about me is sweet. so sweet that i always feel guilty and sad and half-assed in comparison. my new year’s resolution is to be a better person… and well, to get out of bed more often
I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness,...– Charles Bukowski (via golden-linings)
I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love...– Voltaire (via solipsists)
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better,...– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via solipsists)