I have really quite a deep filtrum. Oh yes.
“At the end of it all I will always be alone”
So last week me and my friend were trying out a faceswap app
And for some reason it wouldn’t recognise that there were 2 faces in the picture
So we tried it from a different angle and
I was really confused and kind of offended at what it’d done to my face
BUT THEN
Honest to god this made me laugh for like a minute
(via tastefullyoffensive)
I have a bad cold and now a water infection, my day couldn’t get any better
I’m watching the film The Road. It’s so sad. It just keeps making me thinking that people actually commit suicide, people actually die of starvation, people actually get murdered, raped, eaten. Humanity are capable of horrors which we haven’t seen first hand in an entire lifetime. How long can this last?
DIE DIE HEAR ME ROAR
oh my god I’m so angry words don’t describe only actions words don’t describe oh my god so much rage
You’ve made me realise just how fucking stupid I’ve been
Anyone noticed that Yahoo have fucked up the tags and you can’t drag along and see what else people have tagged?
I said it once I’ll say it again: IMPROVING MENS CONFIDENCE AT MY OWN EXPENSE SINCE 2006
can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe
More and more often I don’t have the patience to watch a film the whole way through. What is wrong with me? I’ve always had the patience of a saint and the concentration span of an average human being. I feel like this fact displays the extent of my restlessness at the moment. For the past few weeks I’ve felt like my life has involved of the basest of instincts. Food is at the top of the agenda, then sleep, sex, avoiding boredom via the easiest means possible and occasionally doing those things I have to do to ensure I remain a fairly functioning member of society i.e. degree work. What worries me is that without anyone telling me to do my work I just won’t do it. I retract to the basest of instincts. I don’t feel unhappy. I don’t feel happy though. I feel fat, I can tell you that. But above all I’m restless. Nothing satisfies my itch. I’m trying to fix it with food, sleep, sex and internet. And that doesn’t satisfy anything when in complete abundance. It just leaves me asking what the hell I’m doing. Because I’m not living, I barely functioning as a human. I spent a few days at home and I felt a greater affinity with my dogs and cats than the people around me because now I’m on summer holiday I live like a domesticated animal. Granted I have a little more responsibility than them but it feels like a very easy and a very boring life. I feel so unsatisfied. And yet I can’t find anything to scratch the itch. Trying things out, you know, like making things, cuz I’m supposed to be an artist.. or maybe learning guitar finally. But I’m unwilling to begin. It’s been so long since I’ve flexed that muscle. Since I really tried hard. Nothing has pushed me for so long. I guess I’m waiting for someone to come along and say ‘you’re not good enough, be better’, but instead I’m sat here quite happy in my own skin and surrounded with pretty good people. I know that I’m supposed to be the person saying 'you’re not good enough, be better’. But I find it difficult the idea of self acceptance and self improvement, I know it’s a complicated matter but you have to admit it’s pretty counter-intuitive. It’s like 'okay, so I think I’m pretty cool actually, so I guess I’ll just chill here for a bit. What, why should I be better? I’m totally fine as I am guys, c'mon’. Now I don’t mean I’ve achieved all my goals, it’s just so easy to not, because comfort breeds laziness and I’m comfortable as hell. My anti-depressant medication has a lot to say in this. Because now I don’t even have the black cloud beating the hell out of me everyday. So, now what do I do? I think, I’ve become so used to spending all my energy battling against depression that now I have all this extra energy I have no idea what to do with it. I’m restless, for the first time in my life. It scares me. But in all honesty, I’m quite excited.
FIRST WORLD PROBLEMS
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