"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,
"There are no happy endings.
Endings are the saddest part,
So just give me a happy middle
And a very happy start."
"Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell, just to keep getting your fix."
Karen Marie Moning, Shadowfever
Everything you love is here
"I don’t know why people teach kids about ‘pimples’ and ‘hormones’ and ‘armpit hair’, and refrain from telling them that if they don’t achieve their billion-dollar dreams at the age of twenty-one, there will still be much more to life. And that when you fail at your first job, it isn’t going to be the end of the world. And eventually you will realize that each person’s world is different and your only job is to figure out what your best world can be."
Hannah Hart, My Drunk Kitchen
the realest life advice you will ever get
"Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody is fucking happy. Nobody has skin made from oil paint and sunlight. Nobody fucking understands this world. Fuck, nobody probably understands math as much as they claim. You’re here one day and the next you’re not. God? Religion? I’ve learned a lot more about the world by eating acid and swallowing pills. Tell me what your church has done for you? Tell me if you have holes in your mouth from speaking lies? Wanna know the fucking truth? Pity is just another word for pathetic. Drink beer and watch the sunrise from every rooftop. Take photographs naked. Take photographs kissing. Take photographs having sex. Stop making everything about sexuality. Wanna know the fucking truth? Nobody really gives a damn if you lost your virginity at fourteen or if you were the president in high school. Wanna know the fucking truth? There is no such thing as the right person. People leave. They change like ocean currents, they leave you with bruises in your calves. And you wanna know the fucking truth? You get better. You learn to love. You find God in between the cracks of a wall when you’re puking your limbs out. You wanna know the fucking truth? Go find it."
something someone should have told me when i was eighteen
Jesus fucking christ
"You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness."
I really needed to hear that right now. (via ladyduffney)
"Every introvert alive knows the exquisite pleasure of stepping from the clamor of a party into the bathroom and closing the door."
Sophia Dembling - The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (via dianekrugers)
"Sometimes it’s better not to think. Don’t fucking think. Because when you think you realise just how fucked up everything really is."
Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)