amatalefay:

ericvilas:

shinelikethunder:

animatedamerican:

bigscaryd:

rosegoldlips:

rosegoldlips:

ur personality is defined by ur favorite line in hallelujah

tag your favorite line of hallelujah

“tag your favorite line of hallelujah” scans to Hallelujah.

…

you tried to read the words as prose
but noticed how its scansion goes
and now you can’t unhear the tune, so screw ya
recall the phrase you love the most
then once again reblog this post
and tag your fav’rite line of hallelujah

okay that’s it I hate you all. like… fuckign done. i’ve hit the wall.

…I’m calling the Tumblr Cops to come subdue you

I hate the fact this fucking fits. I’m just about to call it quits.
Now everything just sounds like hallelujah.

You pick a phrase, you pick a rhyme, repeat the sound another time,
Five iambs, then an extra beat will do ya.
Another rhyme, a rising note - congratulations, you just wrote
Another goddamn verse to Hallelujah.

(via jigglebologna)

Shout out to whoever wrote this headline for having the sense to say “man in Florida” instead of “Florida Man.” Florida Man’s shenanigans are cheeky and fun. Man in Florida’s shenanigans are cruel and tragic. Which makes them not shenanigans, at all, really.

Sad: the honeycrisp apple jelly didn’t quite set properly.

Happy: I now have a basically endless supply of honeycrisp syrup to use for cocktail experiments.

A perfect summation of my feelings about these stupid fucking ads.

Confirmed - it’s shingles. Likely triggered by my anxiety and stress from my neverending dental struggles and transitioning to my new job.

Anxiety - it truly is the gift that keeps on giving!

Hoping between the new meds from the doc, hydrocortisone cream, benadryl, and some pain meds, I can get more sleep tonight than the 3 hours I got last night.

Hello, I’m the world’s most elderly 32 year old

About a week ago, I noticed a weird, persistent itch on my side, just below my armpit. It was bugging me, but I couldn’t see any bug bites or anything else that would explain it.

Then a couple of days ago, I developed a couple of patches of red welts on my back that itched like fucking crazy. The next day they had spread further around my side. I thought maybe they were spider bites, or chiggers, or even bed bugs, but none of the images I found for those looked right, and there was no sign of bedbugs or anything.

After doing some searching, my best guess now is shingles. They’re only on one side of my body, on my back and around my ribcage area, and don’t seem to have any easily identifiable external cause.

So now, in addition to my continuing struggle with the tooth that won’t ever heal (after a filing, a root canal, a crown, and another root canal), and the stress of transitioning into my new role at work (while also still mostly doing my old one as well), I have constant pain, discomfort, and lack of sleep, and also have to take the time to get to the doctor and figure out whatever this is. Joy.

This has been an update/a rant/a whine session.

So nobody worries

My meds aren’t Xanax (or anything similar) and are pretty low-dose, so I’ll be fine.

But I do appreciate your concern!

Take that, social anxiety!

Me, politely, trying to make my way back from the bar without bumping into anyone: “Excuse me.”

Douchebag with a man-bun trying to impress a (*very* uninterested) woman at the bar by talking to her about the super impressive fact that he likes the band whose fucking EP release show this is, snottily: “Uh, you’re excused.”

Fuck you too, hipster shitbag. Stuff your self important attitude and your retro jacket directly up your ass.