kimreesesdaughter:

The year is 2018. Your bills are on autopay. You just got paid and you still have $1200 from the last check. When you want something, you buy it without moving money around. Your credit cards are paid off. You and your friends have 2 international trips planned and paid for this year. Your parents are in great health and you’re able to help if they need anything. You love your job. Your desired creative career is falling into place and you get to take your little cousins to Six Flags and Universal Studios over the Summer. Your relationships are healthy and supportive. All of the toxic energy from the past 6 years is gone. You going to concerts, eating good across the states and your crib has art and warmth throughout. 2018 is going to be so good to you.

thebibliosphere:

chocolate-mintdromeda:

thebibliosphere:

I booked myself in for a massage tomorrow with my physio lady cause my jaw and neck are all locked up from the dentist today and it makes you fill out a little questionnaire to better tell your PT what kind of treatment you need. except when I was filling it in I’d just taken a bunch of pain killers and words were hard but then I logged back in to make sure I’d actually booked it and

Reason for your visit?

What kind(s) of pain are you experiencing?

Special Requests

I shouldn’t be laughing, I feel awful, but I’m just imagining you addressing a person this way.

Don’t feel too bad, my physio lady was pissing herself laughing when I showed up. Everytime she tried to pull up my profile to talk about the appointment she’d devolve into hearty chuckling while apologizing continually for laughing at my expense.

And for anyone wondering she was able to ease a considerable amount of the pain. Even while occasionally breaking out into bouts of barely suppressed giggling.

pumpkindobby:

jijarugen:

fnaf-thechoco:

pinkmanjesse:

DAY 15

GIVE IT UP FOR DAY 15

You can only reblog this 12 times a year

Make the most of that

Every month I reblog this and every month I’m baffled that it’s already the 15th.

I’m scheduling this for every month

gotitforcheap:

there’s ya friggin’ man crush monday ya fucking computer idiot 

ambereliza:

the winter ballet aesthetic is near and dear to my heart

flecks of snow in the pastel pink of a scarf, weak sunlight, strains of tchaikovsky muted through closed windows, chill nipping at exposed ankles in rehearsal rooms, white paint chipping from the skirting board where tired feet rest, chapped lips being bitten red raw in empty corridors, the fur details of an audience member’s coat, the deep breath of chill air taken from a door at the back of the theatre