Stress fractures

Just trying to get by.

Don't expect anything here.

Goddammit.

It’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon and I really was going to go eat lunch but at some point that sensation of floating and the slowdown deadening of my constantly racing thoughts kicked in and now I’m enjoying the high and I don’t want to break it by walking out into the bright hot sun and finding something to eat.

It really is like a drug. Sometimes it feels like exactly what I need even though in the end it just fucks everything up even more.

Today I am going to finish these goddamned revisions and I am going to email the thing to my advisor and then I am clearly and obviously going to crash so. fucking. hard. I don’t actually have the time for that shit but it’s not really a choice anymore it’s just going to happen.

How about instead of working today I just go back to bed and sleep for a week. And pretend these reviewer comments will answer themselves.

twilightprincess182:

i feel safe knowin members like this are workin in the FBI

My cat looked like this. She was the awesomest. We picked her at the shelter because she tried to attack my shoelaces so I’m sure she would be awesome at fighting crime.

twilightprincess182:

i feel safe knowin members like this are workin in the FBI

My cat looked like this. She was the awesomest. We picked her at the shelter because she tried to attack my shoelaces so I’m sure she would be awesome at fighting crime.

(Source: brutalscenequeen, via andromedalogic)

Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas

longform:

“We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.”

Hunter S. Thompson knew what was what.

Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only real cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas. To relax, as it were, in the womb of the desert sun.

Hollywood to Las Vegas, Pasadena to Joshua Tree, the drive and the desert. Good for the soul.

shortformblog:

thepoliticalnotebook:

Spanish journalist Javier Espinosa and photojournalist Ricardo Garcia Vilanova returned home today after six months held captive by an Al Qaeda-linked group in Syria. Above, Espinosa greets his son Yerai on the Torrejon military airport in Madrid.
Photo: AFP/Getty

This is so great. 

Pure joy.

shortformblog:

thepoliticalnotebook:

Spanish journalist Javier Espinosa and photojournalist Ricardo Garcia Vilanova returned home today after six months held captive by an Al Qaeda-linked group in Syria. Above, Espinosa greets his son Yerai on the Torrejon military airport in Madrid.

Photo: AFP/Getty

This is so great. 

Pure joy.

aseaofquotes:

Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life

Drink some water? I usually go for something stronger. 

aseaofquotes:

Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life

Drink some water? I usually go for something stronger. 

(via retrievables)

Why is everyone I work for totally clueless?

There is a culture of acceptance around mental health issues in academia

It is not OK for PhD students to maintain the culture of working yourself to the point of illness.
It is not OK for academics to wash their hands of the situation.