Stuff and Junk


Fuck. I think I lost everything from my phone. The part that bothers me the most is losing my text histories. There’s a lot of memories there and I’m really freaking out about losing them.


I’m a big ball of tightly knotted muscles, anxiety, and frustration. There are a great many things that lead me to this, why is it they all hit at once? 

Yesterday I had a doctors appointment, just a routine physical since I hadn’t had one of those in like 10 years. I’m healthy. According to my doctor I’m really healthy. The only negative is my current BMI. Which I’m working on and unlike any other doctor I’ve ever had, he acknowledged my work positively. 

We talked for quite a bit, as it was my first time with this doctor, and I really like him. He’s about my age and didn’t judge me on a damn thing. Every doctor always judges me. I’m too fat, too lazy, too blah blah blah… BUT always healthy!

So, if I’m so fucking healthy, why is nothing happening on the child bearing front? Both doctors now seem a little bit surprised when EVERYTHING comes back super positive. Nothing here, nothing there, no explanation as to why I can keep a really great calendar, fuck my husband exactly as I’m told, and NOTHING. 

We did do a blood draw yesterday that may or may not tell us something. And, for the first fucking time since changing doctors to the UW, I’m waiting over a day for results. Go figure. Everything else has come back within hours but not this one. It’s either attributed to the fact that I had it done at the East Clinic and not the Hospital & Clinics (like I usually do), or maybe this time we’ll find out something. Otherwise it’s back to our regularly scheduled depression cycle. 

I dislike the way that Imgur posts to Tumblr. :/

How to Tinder - Imgur

"You ruined Christmas."

How to Tinder - Imgur

"You ruined Christmas."

Taking pictures with statues… the right way! - Imgur

Taking pictures with statues… the right way! - Imgur

I need to tweak this one. My quads are more worked than my core is. Which either means I did something wrong or I need to swap a couple things around. Still a good day at the gym, for me.

I need to tweak this one. My quads are more worked than my core is. Which either means I did something wrong or I need to swap a couple things around. Still a good day at the gym, for me.


"You can’t just change the race of cultural icons like Captain America! It’s an important part of their identity and message!"

Jesus: Ah yes.

Jesus: Can’t imagine who would do that.

Jesus: What a shame.

I’ve got nothing to add to this.


Kacy Catanzaro: the first woman in history to qualify for Mt. Midoriyama.

I just need everyone to watch this video [x]. She’s a 5 foot, 100 lb gymnast and she beasts through this insanely difficult, heavily upper body focused course like it was her morning jog. The camera keeps cutting to these massive, musclebound men in the audience with their mouths hanging open. 

This really is amazing.

(Source: felicityperhaps)


How to Enjoy Coffee



How to Enjoy Coffee


I had a dream, last night, that one of my best friends showed up tonight at the nickel. I haven’t seen him in over six month and miss him horribly and I was so very happy. I half expected to see him walk in tonight and so now I’m just sad. I miss every conversation we had at lunch, every day we worked together.


Maybe the best sarcastic conversation in tv history 





So I just found out that to be an astronaut you can’t be under 5’2” and this is BULLSHIT I never wanted to be an astronaut until I found out I couldn’t and now I feel like a dream has been crushed fuck you NASA

i don’t want to live in a world where we can’t launch danny devito into space

I am too tall to be an astronaut. :(

I was too tall (at 5’6”) to be in a character costume at Universal Studios.

Oh, yeah, you never do!

Occasionally the show does this. Pulls an exact phrasing of similar instances decades apart, all to remind us that this is the same man. The dedication, I love it!

(Source: riversclara)

It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.

- Unknown (via ohteenscanrelate)

True story.