forwhenifeellikesharing:

I visited Pablo (icecreamsandcake) for a few days and it was wonderful and I’m a little more than sad to be back in Chicago.

I didn’t take nearly as many pictures as I should have, but Barrett is a certified collage master now, so he more than made up for it.

I’m bummed that he’s gone, too.

Coming out of seclusion/quarantine and being social again has meant dealing with seeing a lot of friends and hearing them say, “Did you lose weight? You look so good!” And having to reply, “Thanks? I was really sick and thought I was going to die.” So that’s been fun. I know they mean well, though.

When I work at the bar, I’m not as strong as I used to be. I was hauling kegs one-handed, and now I’m s t r u g g l i n g two-handed to get those bastards out front.

I feel like I can get back to how things used to be, though. It’ll just take a little time. And a lot of food. It’s a really good excuse to get back on my “Eat a gigantic burger four times a week diet.”

Today someone told me I looked “too cool” to be thirty. I don’t know what that means, but I guess I’m okay with it.

The last post I made was over a month ago, on the night of my birthday. There’s a good reason for that—I got very sick soon after that, then I got a little better, and then I got very sick again. When I finally started getting better—again—it was a long, strange recovery, and I wasn’t feeling enough like myself most of the time to put any effort into the things I normally enjoy.

I’m good now, although I need to put on some weight. I lost 12 lbs, and I miss my butt.

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"Final Night of Being 29" Selfie. I guess from here on out I’m an actual adult or something.
It’s weird. I feel weird—but I also feel okay. My 20’s were a mess. I feel more like myself these days. I think I’m smarter. It’s impossible for me to pretend to like things that I actually hate. I have incredibly strong, meaningful friendships with amazing people. These are probably all things I could have had when I was younger, but I didn’t. I have them now, and they mean a lot to me. If getting older means getting better, then let’s keep going. Here’s to the next 10 years.

"Final Night of Being 29" Selfie. I guess from here on out I’m an actual adult or something.

It’s weird. I feel weird—but I also feel okay. My 20’s were a mess. I feel more like myself these days. I think I’m smarter. It’s impossible for me to pretend to like things that I actually hate. I have incredibly strong, meaningful friendships with amazing people. These are probably all things I could have had when I was younger, but I didn’t. I have them now, and they mean a lot to me. If getting older means getting better, then let’s keep going. Here’s to the next 10 years.

chotai:

looool pablo youre right this is so weird. the guy is hot but the whole handcuffed part is so porny and she’s like a watermelon madame

"Watermelon Madame". That’s exactly the description I wanted, but couldn’t think of myself.

Hi, friends. This is Nancy Ajram. My phone wants to call her “Nancy Abrams”. She’s Lebanese and sings songs that I love but don’t understand. In this video, she’s selling watermelons and ACTING SOoooOO MUCH, but it’s Nancy, so I don’t question it too much.

somecutewhiteboy:

amillionbugs:

pablocazares:

How To Deal With A Crush

I do this

I really needed this


I haven’t turned off notifications yet because I’m still getting a kick out of how many people like my dumb little drawing :3

somecutewhiteboy:

amillionbugs:

pablocazares:

How To Deal With A Crush

I do this

I really needed this

I haven’t turned off notifications yet because I’m still getting a kick out of how many people like my dumb little drawing :3

The pattern so far.

Guy I’m on a date with: “Let’s do [thing].”

Me: “I don’t like [thing].”

Guy I’m on a date with: “What do you like to do for fun???”

Me, internally: “I want to go home.”

-lsd:

Mychal Kendricks


Can I cancel my date tonight and just stay home and think about this picture.

-lsd:

Mychal Kendricks

Can I cancel my date tonight and just stay home and think about this picture.

I feel like I’m participating in my own personal version of last night’s Drag Race episode. I have to come up with three looks in less than hour, pack two in my bag, and pray they don’t get wrinkled all to hell while I run around the city like a lunatic. The first one is my Trying To Rush Through My Afternoon At Work look, the second is my Going On A Date With A Guy I’ve Been Crushing On For Like Eight Months look, and the third is my Sleigh Bells Concert look.

I probably should have done my laundry last night.

Do It Again(Lyric Video)--Röyksopp+Robyn

You can judge for yourself, pymparticles, but once you have that thought in your head, it’s hard to shake.