Jocelyn

Female. Canadian. 24 years old. I think I'm hilarious.

prehistorian:

stop for a minute and realize you are a 10lb brain piloting a slab of meat

(Source: 40ozbaka, via hi)

heckacute:

No, I’ve never participated in a wet t-shirt contest. I was once so sad that I took a shower with all of my clothes on, but I don’t think that counts. There weren’t any judges or anything.

Hearing people puke is not something I enjoy.

(Source: fuks, via hi)

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

—unknown (via faintsmiles)

(Source: irynka, via petaapan)

There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

—Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (via myquotelibrary)

(via jesjohnston)

sethw:

therapistrunnerproject:

The Runner & The Therapist

A film about veterans, post traumatic stress, and mental health.

A feature documentary about a Marine returning from Afghanistan with the invisible injuries of war who meets a therapist who is confronting her own family history of  mental illness. 

A project I’m working on with some amazing people. Take a look, and if you can support in any way, that’d be incredible. If you can’t give, please reblog. Thank you!

Seth showed me this video the other day. Quite a touching story, I’d say. Again, support this if you can. If not, reblog maybe?