dont-go-in-there:

striderps:

“let me hide the body”

If that isn’t motherly love what is

"So a psychiatrist walks into a bar,
asks for scotch, two fingers deep, no ice.
The strangers with hunched backs
all grunt in admiration and approval around him.
One of them asks him what he does for a living.
He takes a sip without wincing
and doesn’t answer.

There’s a 17 year old patient of his who won’t
stop telling him about how bad she wants him to fuck her.
Another middle-aged woman
can’t take a shower because she
thinks her dead husband is trapped in the drain.
He finishes his drink and thinks
about all the different ways
a person can drown.

A psychiatrist walks into a bar
and gets drunk off his ass drinking hard liquor.
He can’t remember the last time he
felt this full and on fire.
The world is spinning like it’s
trying to run away, so he starts talking
to God in the parking lot.
God answers with a gust of wind
just gentle enough to knock him
to the ground, laughing like a child
who has just heard his first words.

He should probably get some help,
he thinks."


- Caitlyn Siehl. A Psychiatrist Walks Into a Bar (via alonesomes)

"So a psychiatrist walks into a bar,
asks for scotch, two fingers deep, no ice.
The strangers with hunched backs
all grunt in admiration and approval around him.
One of them asks him what he does for a living.
He takes a sip without wincing
and doesn’t answer.

There’s a 17 year old patient of his who won’t
stop telling him about how bad she wants him to fuck her.
Another middle-aged woman
can’t take a shower because she
thinks her dead husband is trapped in the drain.
He finishes his drink and thinks
about all the different ways
a person can drown.

A psychiatrist walks into a bar
and gets drunk off his ass drinking hard liquor.
He can’t remember the last time he
felt this full and on fire.
The world is spinning like it’s
trying to run away, so he starts talking
to God in the parking lot.
God answers with a gust of wind
just gentle enough to knock him
to the ground, laughing like a child
who has just heard his first words.

He should probably get some help,
he thinks."


- Caitlyn Siehl. A Psychiatrist Walks Into a Bar (via alonesomes)

"I love those mornings when you wake to darkness and no one is asking anything of you. You’re under no pressure to exist. This is something of which I am in constant need."


- C.R.  (via her0inchic)

missespeon:

customers at local retail shop shocked to find sales associate is in fact a human being, and not an automaton built to serve them

keep-away-reality:

14th of September
okaybro:

me sexting

"Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life."


- Robin Sharma  (via corvidae-and-crossroads)

(Source: pureblyss)

holographic-plants:

hideyourscars:

rachel-interrupted:

“Hug people, not toilet bowls.”
A girl I knew, who suffered from bulimia, used to say this in the hospital, everyday, to herself in the mirror. She said it made her smile, and reminded her that people hug back, toilet bowls don’t. 
It’s not meant to be a joke, or to offend anyone, and mind you, I didn’t come up with it, I’m just the photographer. But I think it portrays bulimia very well. The toilet becomes one of your best friends when you have bulimia. And the people who were your friends slowly begin to fade away in your life until that toilet bowl becomes one of the most important things in your life. 

I need to remember this story

This is my fav picture. Recovery is beautiful