Fuck Your Bad Vibes.
~ Friday, April 25 ~
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catastrophic-cuttlefish:

Russian photographer Katerina Plotnikova’s surrealist series using real animals; with the help of professional trainers.


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~ Thursday, April 24 ~
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boyirl:

Lindsay Bottos - Untitled (get over it) 2014

boyirl:

Lindsay Bottos - Untitled (get over it) 2014


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I laugh at my own jokes.

They’re really lame jokes.

I don’t do anything outside of work except spend down time and days off with my significant other. Or I force myself to spend a few hours at my apartment…

Clean my bathroom,

Clean my kitchen

Fold my clothes.

I don’t have any friends, I have close acquaintances.

People who aren’t strangers but they’re not quiet friends. I wouldn’t call them in a time of need and expect help, I wouldn’t call them in a time of bordom and expect them to be available to hang out. We don’t know eachother well enough to expect that.

I don’t know how to fix this. I don’t have a hobby because i’m selfish with my time and I feel like my clinical depression takes a lot of joy out of things I used find joy in.

I can’t be motivated to do anything but work because working at least serves a purpose. It’s paying my bills and putting gas in my car and buying me food. For this same reason I can’t be bothered to save money. I work for money to spend it, pay down my medical bills, etc.

Days where i work out i feel amazing. But lately I work out half heartedly, some days I work out a lot, other days not at all and then I beat myself up about it.

For all of these reasons I don’t feel like I’m actually living. I want to find joy in something or someone and live there inside that and have some great adventures til it’s time for it to end.

I never know when the end really is, but I keep telling myself that I’ll know when I feel it.

I laugh at my own jokes.

They’re really lame jokes.

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alisonhendrinks:

Orphan Black Clones as Animals

Addicted to this show. ♥

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~ Monday, April 21 ~
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I feel like we’re ending.


~ Sunday, April 20 ~
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I’ve spent a lot of time over the last decade figuring myself out. I’m not going to claim i’ve got it all together or I know all the answers but a big part of all that was figuring out what I believe.

I grew up strictly Christian, with a little bit of tradition and a whole lot of different variations. I love my parents for raising me with a good sense of values and showing me the importance of love, kindness, compassion, honesty, courage, and selflessness.

Going into what I believe takes a lot of explaining and a lot of energy and emotion, so while I won’t explain all that. What I will say is that I do not partake in, follow, or belong to any religious groups, characters, or organizations.

I do not support or proclaim any specific religious views, opinions or beliefs.

I do not consider myself religious.

Coming to terms with these realizations was much harder than I ever expected. It wasn’t until about 6 months ago that I actually voiced my beliefs, or lack there of. I felt absolutely unsure, I felt like i was taking a leap off a clif. I felt nervous.

I waited for outrage, judgement, questions… different people give different reactions I’ve found, but admiting very clearly ‘I’m actually not religious.’ when asked has become what I imagine what coming out of the closet feels like. It’s nerve wracking but also freeing.

I’m not religious.

I am not religious.

I do not observe religious holidays.

Accept me or not, I don’t care. But this is me. I don’t believe what you do but I still find peace in living.


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