"Yesterday, I spent 60 dollars on groceries,
took the bus home,
carried both bags with two good arms back to my studio apartment
and cooked myself dinner.
You and I may have different definitions of a good day.
This week, I paid my rent and my credit card bill,
worked 60 hours between my two jobs,
only saw the sun on my cigarette breaks
and slept like a rock.
Flossed in the morning,
locked my door,
and remembered to buy eggs.
My mother is proud of me.
It is not the kind of pride she brags about at the golf course.
She doesn’t combat topics like, ”My daughter got into Yale”
with, “Oh yeah, my daughter remembered to buy eggs”
But she is proud.
See, she remembers what came before this.
The weeks where I forgot how to use my muscles,
how I would stay as silent as a thick fog for weeks.
She thought each phone call from an unknown number was the notice of my suicide.
These were the bad days.
My life was a gift that I wanted to return.
My head was a house of leaking faucets and burnt-out lightbulbs.
Depression, is a good lover.
So attentive; has this innate way of making everything about you.
And it is easy to forget that your bedroom is not the world,
That the dark shadows your pain casts is not mood-lighting.
It is easier to stay in this abusive relationship than fix the problems it has created.
Today, I slept in until 10,
cleaned every dish I own,
fought with the bank,
took care of paperwork.
You and I might have different definitions of adulthood.
I don’t work for salary, I didn’t graduate from college,
but I don’t speak for others anymore,
and I don’t regret anything I can’t genuinely apologize for.
And my mother is proud of me.
I burned down a house of depression,
I painted over murals of greyscale,
and it was hard to rewrite my life into one I wanted to live
But today, I want to live.
I didn’t salivate over sharp knives,
or envy the boy who tossed himself off the Brooklyn bridge.
I just cleaned my bathroom,
did the laundry,
called my brother.
Told him, “it was a good day."

Kait Rokowski (A Good Day)

randomgeeknamedbrent:

biodeamon:

polterghast:

current mood: the bartender from soul eater

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current mood: the bartender from durarara

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current mood: the bartender from never gonna give you up
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stoptheonion:

Time Wasting Experiments – by Alyson Provax

kuzco2000:

what the hell’s a laker

kuzco2000:

what the hell’s a laker

nosdrinker:

this is the teacher from the incredibles

nosdrinker:

this is the teacher from the incredibles

hotbandimaginesandsmut:

madblackgirl:

team 5’5 and under where ya at

Right here ;-;

starrysleeper:

idioticteen:

Back in my day the teachers didn’t have nice laptops, they pulled this shit out and sat it on some unfortunate kids desk 

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MAJOR FLASHBACK

spellthief:

If I’m able to, then perhaps I’ll be closer to portraying a true expression of love.

          -Hayao Miyazaki (x)

aragonitedragon:

epicnigga:

what
the
fuck
did
i
just
see

ASSASIN’S CREED

aragonitedragon:

epicnigga:

what

the

fuck

did

i

just

see

ASSASIN’S CREED

eakies:

getting a note on a super old post

zubat:    [dog voice] oof

"Never get too attached to anyone unless they also feel the same towards you, because one sided expectations can mentally destroy you."

Unknown (via stevenbong)

disputedjustice:

pyramidsandporn:

brokenponycutiemark:

Some background: I’ve worked in gaming since 1994. I’ve worked in video game QA (quality assurance) for 8 years.

This is the FINEST glitch I’ve ever seen ANYWHERE - and that includes the World of Warcraft “turn north and crash” bug I keep running into.

omfg

xxspiritkeeperxx:

magelulu:

so apparently two slightly different versions of let it go were made for the movie this is the version they decided not to use [x]

I WAS EXPECTING A RICK ROL LAND I T HINK I JSUT HAD A HEART ATTACK

I CAN’ BREAT HE HELP ME