accidents and art projects.


Having one of those episodes in which I have a horrible body image, and nothing seems right. My clothes, my hair, my face, my body, my voice. It all feels so unattractive and out of place. And I can’t figure out why this happens.

It’ll pass, but I just need to rant about it to someone, and the Internet seems like the best person for the job. (Ugh).


Remember when How I Met Your Mother taught us that there’s a yellow umbrella out there for everyone, if we’re patient? 

I see they failed to mention that your yellow umbrella will probably die, so you should just spend your entire life pining away to an unhealthy extent over the one that got away.


(Source: somestutteringscottishbloke, via psvalsays)