#an impulsive entry

[autumnbell32]

Do you want to hear about my coffee routine when I was on the psych unit?

They always gave us a full carton (like a carton…a school lunch carton) of 2% milk on our trays. And I hate milk, hate it- so every day I would throw mine out and that made me feel some kind of bad/guilty. So I started asking for their shitty cup of decaf coffee. I’d sit with the stryofoam cup of hot coffee and the carton of milk in front of me for a fair amount of time, way past when my unit mates went back to their rooms or started walking around just to ease the passage of time (I didn’t really talk to anyone anyways, but I would sit among people…though somewhat removed at a table in the corner on one of those god awful plastic chairs filled with sand so no one could throw it in a rage- I had back pains from those monstrosities for a few days after discharge, by the way). I’d sit there and wait for the black coffee to cool enough so I could guzzle half of it, then add a few packets of sweetener, and then dump all the milk in there. The cup was almost overflowing every time, the precious meniscus jiggling at the edges.

But sitting there with my doctored decaf coffee, the tv on in the day room, watching the cars drive past outside- not knowing how or what I would do when I was discharged…You just do what you can to get by and to alleviate some pain and give your poor little, cortisol-bathed brain some dopamine. And you survive, and the pain becomes another memory and part of the reason you are able to remind yourself that you deserve to be here and you can count on yourself to take care of you. Even in little ways.

[felixcatton]

lorelai gilmore and logan huntzberger are the same character in different fonts and once you realize that, you also realize that logan is indeed not the luke to rory's lorelai, but instead, logan is the lorelai to rory's luke. in this essay i will

[jergg]

petpet appreciation week (yea the last guy's is a bell)

[slyandthefamilybook]

I think a lot of people's politics (especially on here) can be summed up in that they'd rather wait for Nazis to sprout than remold the conditions that allow them to exist

[mitamicah]

Soooo

I had a bit of trouble with the danish railroad system cancelling my train without telling me so in my frustration I ended up doing two things:

1) finally installing the deutsche Bahn app and buy a new ticket to be sure I could actually get to Hamburg (thereby paying double)

2) buy an early entrance ticket to Joker Out's album release gig in Zagreb

So I guess I will see you in Hamburg and/or Zagreb 😅😅🤣

Bonus:

*my bank account*

[d3m0nic-lemonz]

My version of @applestruda DTIYS!

[sunmisbf]

the disorder is eating me alive i don’t know what to do anymore

[pleasedontcareaboutme]

The urge to spend a 100$ on merch before getting my paycheck is so strong. I might not survive soldiers

[ljubimaya]

I wanna name this fic My pussy tastes like Pepsi Cola saur bad you don't even understand

[redkyrii]

I FINALLY HAD AN ART PIECE MAKE IT INTO THE GALLERY!!! Happy Bruce Day <3

[garoujo]

i want more selfship art ;u; somebody hold me back! i spent all my money on genshin! but also nagi x emmie i need it! i must be stopped b4 my bank acc cuts me off..

[deep-peach]

when i first got into perfumes it was perfume oil & one specific brand, so my nose was developed more for the straightforwardness of oils. branching into spray perfumes and trying to find more of them that don’t trigger migraine has been developing my nose even more, since scents seem more diffuse in alcohol, but I still feel amateur!

but today i tried a new scent and without seeing the notes thought it had orange blossom & neroli and those were the precise heart notes 🥲🥲 feeling proud of myself & my nose recognition!! noticeable improvement!!

[etherbonded]

It was the night of their graduation... a night Himari has never really been able to forget even to this day. They were hanging out on a roof at the dead of night, nothing but each other and the starry cloudless sky above them all. Sojiro joined in on their private little celebration because he was happy to see them graduate how he did a year ago.

Yukina was ready to go and soar out into the world of artists, already having pleanty of people intrigued and in love with her art, Wakaba already has everything planned out to a T for her future, Sojiro was working on his bachelor's degree, and Yuri... she isn't too sure what she wants to do yet but Himari is certain she'll figure it out soon enough. But they're both aiming to go to the same university which is fun! At least she won't be alone in the coming years as she majors in sociology. She was really looking forward to becoming a forensic criminologist honestly.

She raises her can of soda and taps on it to capture everyone's attention with a wide smile, though she really could've easily said for them to turn their attention to her. But where's the fun in that? And Sojiro rolls his eyes light-heartedly at her, and she sticks her tongue out at him in specific before returning her gaze to everyone. Her gaze lingering on Wakaba for a singular second more than the others.

" Now that all of you are paying attention... I have to say, I'm really proud of us. I mean, look at us! We're on the path to our dreams and we're all going to be here to watch it each other achieve it! So... here's to us being able to leave this fucked up place behind us once and for all! "

A chorus of cheers can be heard from them all, Wakaba seeming to laugh softly at her words and... it makes her heart skip a beat for a moment before she snaps herself out of it. This isn't what tonight needs afterall, this was supposed to be a fun night.

They all clank their drinks together before taking a sip, all laughing and telling stories of their fondest memories from their high school years. It truly was one of Himari's favorite nights for a good amount of time until it just felt painful and bitter. For only two of their friend group remained alive, it was only her and Sojiro now. The two rivals... or rather, friends. Both if one were to be specific.

...It's the quiet nights when she's truly alone with her thoughts that she remembers that none of them really left this fucked up place behind. And it hurts because she remembers how ambitious they all were, how hopeful of the future. And just how quickly it was crushed before their very eyes.

...What a bitter feeling of nostalgia.

[thatwitchrevan]

I'm gonna need a new journal very soon and I hope to god I can put happier stuff in it.

[backtodecembertv]

i want a nice, healthy, loving relationship, but i also want to sleep with someone evil who i’m not emotionally attached to enough for their evilness to matter

[numberone-wifeguy]

I'm only feeling so suicidal because of the narc crash I'm only feeling so suicidal because of the narc crash I'm only feeling so suicidal because of the narc crash I'm only feeling so suicidal because of the narc crash