Shoot that I feel voraciously hungry after all that crying and venting, stupid stress is going to make me fat. Ate over ten plates and I’m still not full and I actually drank root beer after months of not touching soda. Sitting by myself behind the column and stacking my plates like nothing. I feel so disgusted with myself, someone go skydiving with me so I can burn off these calories and scare my wits out so that I don’t go crazy but don’t bring a parachute, please. We don’t even have to go that high, to the top of the dorm building is fine too and leave out the trampoline. Cement is just as hard as reality, I’ll be fine.
Tom Bodett (via observando)
Theodore Roosevelt (via psych-quotes)