I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again.

— Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half (via sin-tra)


I really can’t wait for winter because then I can start wearing the other 97% of my clothes. 


"Stocks are going down, Mark. I’m not ready for this company to go under"


I hate it when you get too fucked up from drinking and then you can’t drink certain drinks anymore because it tastes like that time you almost died.