No time’s a bad time for an existential crisis.
No time’s a bad time for an existential crisis.
shalinifelton:
This is me. Not wanting to sleep. Not wanting to blink. Not wanting to breath. I don’t want to miss a thing.

You don’t remember your name?
No, but for some reason I remember yours.

Something that I wrote today at work to post in my home. Everyone from my (soon-to-be-ex) boss, to my parents, to my roommates seems like they need to take a deep breath and just freaking relax.
Something that I wrote today at work to post in my home. Everyone from my (soon-to-be-ex) boss, to my parents, to my roommates seems like they need to take a deep breath and just freaking relax.
So I’ve been working on obtaining an emotional support dog to train as a psychiatric service dog, and today I went to the local animal shelter to meet some candidates. I wanted to take every dog home. And tonight, I found this, and I am proud that an artist I not-so-secretly want to bone is telling people to save the lives of shelter pets. Sometimes things are okay. (:
 T-6 Days until Warped Tour.
T-6 Days until Warped Tour.
panshulapan:
I came into this weekend knowing that I had an obscene amount of homework and studying to do to pump out two essays and be prepared for my final on Monday in Mammalian Physiology. You know how much studying or school-related work I have gotten done so far this weekend? None. You know how much dancing around in my underwear I have done? An obscene amount. Fuuuuuuuuuu…