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Fuck Yeah Wincestiel!

February 2012

You have no idea how tempted I am. This book is...

stubbornandmelodramatic replied to your post: so what if I say fuck the police and don’t finish… DO IT! He will never know.

so what if I say fuck the police and don’t finish this book and just keep bringing the class discussion back around to the first two chapters do you think maybe my professor would notice

yes I love how all this literature on depression focuses on bad life events and people with trauma that doesn’t make me feel like mine is completely illegitimate or anything it doesn’t echo what I’m always telling myself/hearing from other people about “don’t be sad nothing in your life is actually shitty” or anything

bioethics no longer looks like a word

THE RITUAL OF INTENSIFICATION PRESSES ON WHILE...

bitchtomyjerk replied to your post: it’s really hard to read for class when there’s… do your homework *FROWN*

it’s really hard to read for class when there’s trashy tv and tumblr in my life

ugh dinner everywhere looks gross

except Chapin has baked ziti but Chapin’s always really crowded and djksfljd crowds maybe I can go to Chapin and if it’s too crowded I can go buy something at the CC yes good plan

That is a perfect way to describe them...brb...

bitchtomyjerk replied to your post: Well I still think it’s easier than chemistry, but yeah, it’s not all rainbows and puppies and marshmallows xD The thought of chemistry makes me twitch. But good luck with your articles of nonsense. XD

Well I still think it's easier than chemistry, but...

bitchtomyjerk replied to your post: Haha, thanks. This shit is why I get pissy when people say psych isn’t a real science. IT IS TOO A REAL SCIENCE, WE HAVE P-VALUES AND SIGNIFICANCE LEVELS AND EVERYTHING. If I said that, I would get punched by at least three people in my group of friends. I could never, ever be a psych major. Shit’s hard.

Haha, thanks. This shit is why I get pissy when...

bitchtomyjerk replied to your post: The joys of academic writing mm hmm Oh my god I am sorry. I have never had to read anything even remotely like that.

The joys of academic writing mm hmm

bitchtomyjerk replied to your photo: that’s funny my clinical psych professor thinks… what the fuck those aren’t even real words.

two articles one and a half books one case study and I’m done for the weekend

so I was just looking at the list of readings I have and see “Dickinson, article 25 (pp. 136-1384)” and I almost had a heart attack before I realized it was probably a typo

someone should start a kitten rental service where when you’re sad you can rent a kitten for a few hours and then return it when you’re happy

arrggghhh I don't want to go to work

my hair is still wet >:C

how does one get all of one’s work done when there’s the internet

oh shit I need to finish this textbook chapter and get pants on since I have to leave for work in like half an hour

I think if the Impala were human, she'd be older,...

She wouldn’t be just some young hot chick (or dude.) She’d be someone like Ellen, who’d kick your ass and make you eat your vegetables in the same second. She’d have silver in her hair and fire in her eyes and battle scars and war wounds and maybe she’s not as sexy as she used to be, but she’s strong and she’s gorgeous and she takes care of her boys.

SMITH PREHEALTH

STOP SENDING ME SHIT I’M NOT PREHEALTH ANY MORE JUST LOOK AT MY GPA LOOK AT THE COURSES I’M TAKING LOOK AT MY GRADE HISTORY IN HARD SCIENCES DO I LOOK LIKE A FUCKING FUTURE PHYSICIAN? I DON’T FUCKING THINK SO NOW STOP MAKING ME FEEL LIKE SHIT EVERY TIME I GET AN EMAIL FROM YOU WHICH IS LIKE EVERY DAY

i really hate my brain

can’t remember whether GABA or glutamate is excitatory and which one alcohol primarily acts on can remember every tiny detail of every time i pissed someone off or upset someone or made the slightest of itty bitty faux pas

three new emails!

college-wide announcements that don’t apply to me

literally fly out of bed oh it’s just twitter i guess i can like pretend misha’s texting me or something

my windows are too old and too ill-fitted to the frame to deal with your bullshit and I don’t like hearing you slam back and forth right next to my head not to mention the draft

not even puppies on Animal Planet can hold my interest :C

My choices of reading this evening

alcohol use/abuse depression suicide meth addiction or hospitals

archaeosaur: social anxiety is when successfully ordering a pizza over the phone makes you feel like a fucking champion

fuckyeahnipplesonfire replied to your post: apologies to all my followers for the self-deprecation/angst/whining today -hughs- give’em hell hun, cheer up!

apologies to all my followers for the...

it’s just one of those days

Kate-is-pathetic story of the day

Bought a grilled cheese sandwich at the campus center because a) it’s my comfort food b) I know the woman who works this shift always says “here you go, hon” and it makes me feel good to hear because it’s like my mom made me a sandwich or something

so if I’m reading this correctly this author dislikes the older systems for allocating hospital beds because they were classist fair enough but she dislikes the new systems for allocating hospital beds because they’re…discriminating people who either aren’t sick enough or are going to die soon? Or something? like what the hell kind of system does she want then? By...

I really really really need to not be at work right now

If I had one wish, it would be that I could snap...

I want to lose myself in some story creation

probably Sassy but I have this book I have to read like for class plus a bunch of other chapters/articles/etc that also need reading but the book is the only one I can read right now I only have 225 pages left /sob

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As We Both Gasp in the Evening Air

It’s eighty-seven degrees, even though the sun’s down, and the hot wind is kicking up dust on the old dirt road running past the dilapidated farmhouse they’re holed up in. The rotting wood of the deck creaks with every movement, every twitch of Dean’s muscles, even the contraction of his throat as the cool beer slides down it. Yellowed paint peels from the railing. He...