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.
Author: hoverbones
you know whats wayyyyy easier than writing? scrolling through tumblr for hours and hours and tangentially thinking about your WIPs but not Actually working on them


i feel like im in the sims where it takes 5 hours to make pasta and then u have to immediately go to bed
In case anyone was wondering what chronic illness is like.
(via @crjmemes on instagram) when I’m blasting carly from my room, no one can stop me
Okay this is the funniest thing I’ve seen
is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week
Don’t kill yourself, please.
If you’re suffering from depression and are looking for a sign to not go through with ending your life, this is it. This is the sign. We care.
If you see this on your dash, reblog it. You could save a life.
physically? im here. mentally? im in the bayou w a bigass hat and Fuck Me shorts blasting creedence clearwater thru a shitty boombox



