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pengwenpenguin:

Concealer is my life saver

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balanophagist:

my bsngs were si good today

Good selfie game today friend

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balanophagist:

sad and pantsless

balanophagist:

sad and pantsless

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balanophagist:

i acidentally clicked gif, anyway heres my flat pancake ass

balanophagist:

i acidentally clicked gif, anyway heres my flat pancake ass

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When it’s late at night and you go to get juice from the fridge and it’s light is flickering: oh man, my very own rave party!

THE MINDSTATE BEFORE DREAMS

Sometimes words keep me up at night.
A bunch of different words that pop like bubbles or float away like lost balloons.
Sometimes just an individual word is visualized like when I hear my cat meowing loudly I see in my inner eye “CAT.” followed by “SHUT THE FUCK UP, IT’S TWO IN THE GOD DAMN MORNING.”

Of course when it’s words like that I always lose, get up and play with a night owl of a meow machine.

Other times though I try to exist in a fantasy to let my brain cool off steam, “Oh what’s that Spiderman? You know about my superpowers and you want me to be friends and for us to fight crime??? Wow! Sounds great!” Unfortunately when I open my eyes I don’t see a man dressed in spandex hanging over me with buggy eyes and a sarcastic quip.

Maybe I’m actually fortunate that doesn’t happen.

I think a lot of people imagine what they would do in the event of a burglar or badguy breaking into the house. Like, do I pretend to be snoozing, wait for them to walk by and strike? Call the police under the blankets? Do I then triple check that every door in my house is locked? Yeah, still always anxious. And it sucks, because after years of planning every day my house has still been ransacked twice.

But then as I settle down and start thinking more solemn thoughts.
What am I gonna do with my life? How can I support my family, they’ve given me everything and I wanna repay the favor. I still have three more years of schooling that costs too much money and I don’t know how I’m gonna pay for it and I don’t know how I’m gonna keep pursuing my major it’s a lot of work and classes are hard and I’m scared that I’m gonna fuck up like I have so many times before and how good enough is good enough??? 

It starts to develop more like “Oh, you ate way too much today. You’re wasting money you don’t have. People just put up with you, tool.” 

And I’m not hiding anything right now. I’m scared when I think like that. Maybe that’s the reason I stay up so late to try to exhaust myself from that endeavor. But… letting myself get afraid every night doesn’t let me dream of sunshines and smiles, happy days of tomorrow and reminisce on the past.

I reject those words. Obviously we have to care about serious subjects a lot. But now when I go to sleep, I try to think about happy words and burn them bright in my eyes:

HAPPINESS

FRIENDS

FAMILY

OPPORTUNITY

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU ARE LOVED YOU ARE NEVER ALONE.

There’s a time and a place to deal with scary words chalk full of anxiety. But head on pillow isn’t one of them. I know I can make it, I just gotta remember the right words

pengwenpenguin:

She’s too cool to sleep inside the cat bed

basedgod bless cat

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A message to all 6 of my followers

wasabinogingers:

anarchysai:

Hi let’s be friend!

unfollowed/blocked do not try to contact me again

Who are you my cat? She loves me so little it’s the smallest measurable amount in history

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