what happened?

Oct 20

Going to Movies with Girls -

I’m really excited to have an essay up at The Toast today! 

feel better club

feelbetterclub:

i have been thinking for a long time that it would be a good idea to create a repository of all of the stuff which makes me feel better when i’m depressed.

this is that.

please share yours.

Joanna made us all a present/repository for our good feelings!

(via joannavaught)

Oct 12

[video]

Oct 07

[video]

Oct 03

Assorted Minor Time Traveling Adventures I Would Like to Have - The Yearbook Office -

yearbookoffice:

1928 – In Pennsylvania, I’d convince H.B. Reese to abandon his plans to create the most perfect candy in the world, the peanut butter cup, and then, as if by magic, years later, 2013 Amy would never accidentally tell her boss, while attempting to say that she greatly appreciated Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, that she would prostitute herself for them.

- Assorted Minor Time Traveling Adventures I Would Like to Have by Amy Spalding (aka amyspalding)

So glad Amy is writing for Yearbook Office!!!

Sep 29

filmprojections:

Beginners (2010)

THIS ONE ALSO

filmprojections:

Beginners (2010)

THIS ONE ALSO

(via whathappened)

anniewu:

2014

AGAIN, AGAIN!

anniewu:

2014

AGAIN, AGAIN!

(via whathappened)

Every morning, I make the bed, walk the dogs, clean up the inevitable overnight messes that come with having five pets, feed the five pets in two groups, do last night’s dishes while the water boils, make coffee, make breakfast, and sit down at my kitchen table to read or listen to a podcast or check e-mail. Every morning, I skim headlines, set aside longer articles I don’t have time to read, make a few notes for story or essay ideas I don’t have time to pursue, and rush through shower-dress-get-out-the-door in time to not be more than five minutes late for work. I make my long commute to my long day of desk-sitting, and even though it’s for a cause I care about, and the people are uniformly kind and smart, and I could have it so much worse, even though. It’s not engaging and it’s not challenging and I am sinking. Sometimes it’s gradual, a slow seep that I can wade through without getting dragged down. Lately it’s like there’s a hole blasted through me and I’m taking on water faster than I can bale. I’m watching my intention and motivation drift away as all my energy goes towards keeping my head above water. Maybe it would be different if I was making an actual living at the tasks I spend most of my hours doing. Maybe I would feel better if I had anything to show for all this time spent. Maybe I would be better if I could suck it up and stop feeling like I deserve anything more than what I’ve cultivated for myself, which is fine, it’s just fine, everything is fine.

This has been some complaining couched in drowning metaphor. Here is a picture of four cats and a sinking boat.

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Sep 28

that’s the missoula I know and love

that’s the missoula I know and love

(Source: screenshotsofdespair, via robdelaney)

Sep 25

picklesandwine:

Thought this might come in handy as a reaction gif someday :)

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anyone want to talk about my deep, deep boner for jason mantzoukas? okay, I’ll start: i have a raging, major boner for jason mantzoukas. good talk.

(via aspiringpolymath)