Sometimes I feel like I’m just a novelty fuck for everyone I know.

I was being all anxious studying for my finals yesterday and I bit my thumbnail so short that it really really hurts lol. So I put a band-aid on it, and it doesn’t hurt anymore.
But now it’s hard to use my iPhone because the touch screen doesn’t work with band-aids.

UGH WHAT A DILEMMA MY LIFE IS SO DIFFICULT

Food consumption today:
2 shots of espresso
2 bananas
2 pints of Guinness.

Sorry body. :(

This morning I had an appointment with my psychiatrist. At one point I kinda leaned off my chair and was peering under the table next to me and found this cool white box and so I put my hand inside and there was this cool button…. And my shrink was like “NO DON’T PUSH THAT” and I pushed it anyways and she was like “NO” and I was like “I PUSHED IT ANYWAYS I COULDN’T STOP” and it sent this silent alarm and all these security people came and got mad at me and her dog (who hangs out in her office) was barking and I was like “SORRY SORRY”. And then she was laughing a lot and told me I “officially passed the ADHD test” because every ADHD patient finds and pushes that button at some point…..

Whatever, who puts neat buttons where people can push them and then expects them not to, SERIOUSLY.

“Ever since you were about 13, it’s never been hard for me to tell when life is overwhelming you. I always know when you have an exam at school or an assignment you’re behind on; I know when someone broke your heart, or when you’re just downright as stressed out and scared as can be. The reason I always know because without fail, at some point in the middle of the night, you can be found in the kitchen cooking and then overeating either pancakes or quesadillas. Sometimes both.”

sleep is a ship to eternity
worry will kill you
satisfaction may mean endless options
we produce sweet honey
she listens to angry poetry
peach metaphors
I breathe translucent blue flower kisses at you
steamy windows form a private universe
this wild urge to read
her languid lips capture me
fresh from breakup breezes pierce all my yesterdays
still porcelain woman
I am a prisoner of language
my heart beats for joy
this caramel morning lingers
rose wind whisper
I breathe through time back to you and me
rust never respects the dreams of cars

So not only did my professor accept my paper a million years late, but she isn’t deducting marks for lateness.
At this point I was hoping just for a passing grade, considering I wrote all 19 pages (and chose my topic, did all the research, and read 6 medical journal articles) in about 8 hours….

TURNS OUT I GOT AN A-?!?!?!

And she said the paper was nearly perfect, I only lost points for sucking at APA citation.
HAHAHA ACADEMIC MIRACLE

Can someone very patient please teach me how to properly feel my feelings again.

Makes me think of glitter. I think slut is a really pretty word. Probably because I’ve heard it being used to describe a lot of really pretty people. Makes me think of city light constellations and perfectly glossed lips with white white smiles, atop a careless laugh. Peach champagne.

It’s a bit mechanical, too, in that beautiful way — the way you gotta slide your tongue across the roof of your mouth as your jaw juts out for a split second and closes, complete, maybe taking time to enunciate the t.

(Source: autostraddle.com)