I guess I should write something in here, huh? Well my name's Brie and obviously I love Doctor Who. xD I blog what I want cause fuck you. Just kidding. I love you. <3 You beautiful bastard of a human being.
Oh, je parle français aussi! Je ne parle pas français beaucoup, mais j'essai! J'ai espoir habiter en France un jour! Peut-être après lycée. Ou, je vais aller à Hawaii. Mais France est plus joli que Hawaii, à mon avis. D'accord, au revoir. <3 Je t'aimeeee. <33 Meme si tu es un salaud, je t'aime beaucoup. ;)
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, ”Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day.
Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)
This definitely made me tear up
Fun Fact: The average person would walk past a murderer about 36 times in their lifetime.
don’t buy colgate whitening toothpaste
it says guaranteed whiteness in 14 days
15 days have come and gone
and i am still asian
my phone battery died faster than my dreams
“I’m gonna like this post so I can find it later.”
im hungrier than the neopet i neglected for 9 years
i’m tasteless but so is water and we all need that
i love this fucking post more than life
petition to have Raven Symone on the next season of American Horror Story