I hate that feeling when you randomly feel depressed. There is no warning, no apparent reason. It just happens. You feel empty, and you feel hopeless. And you just feel tired. As if you never want to move again. Then when someone asks you what’s wrong, you can’t say because there is nothing that comes to mind. Then you start thinking of what it could be, and you realize just how much is wrong.
This post is perfect
i ain’t sayin’ she a gold-digger, but she did move west to california in 1849
mayBE SHE MOVED WEST TO PLANT POTATOES YOU DON’T KNOW HER STORY
ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES
THANK YOU

Photographer Lalage Snow takes pictures of soldiers’ faces before, during and after the war in Afghanistan.
Just shoot me


So my almost other-in-law was telling me how she thinks I should go onto the antidepressant Prozac, but she was concerned about the side effect of possible suicidal thoughts….
And stupid me made the joke of “how I already have those thoughts, so it couldn’t get much worse”
I don’t think she thought it was very funny..
i almost thought it was real for a second

TW: Sexual Assault
A friend of mine was sexually assaulted out to dinner with a professor. When she told her story to her adviser, a dear friend of ours, she told him she wore a turtleneck and long pants and described her outfit. He cut her off and told her, “I don’t care if you were wearing a fucking bikini—nobody has the right to touch you.”
I think that was the first time in the whole process of talking to cops and administrators about what happened where someone actually told her it wasn’t her fault.
They make it about the clothes, the situation—“Why did you agree to dinner? Why didn’t you take your own car? Did you lead him on? For once, someone made it about her and her rights. I think this helped her most of all in the process. Everyone needs to respond like this to survivors, in my opinion.
I’m so sorry about your friend, OP. Props to her advisor (and you!) for being supportive and understanding what rape culture means—and saying “fuck this shit, NOBODY HAS THE RIGHT TO TOUCH YOU.”

Hey Erin, what did you do today?
Oh, nothin…. Just had lunch with Jessica Alba at my soon-to-be sister-in-laws baby shower.
[my sis-in-law won a contest for a fancy baby shower thrown by Jessica Albas company]