This probably isn't healthy.

My Shangri-La

This is probably my favorite of all the fiction I've ever read. I whine and bitch about my wanderlust, and how it flares up like physical pain. But this fic can give people an actual idea of how it really feels. How you can be gone, even if someone's looking right at you.

Melodramatic as hell, I know. But it would be scary how similar this feels to what I am, if it weren't so comforting.

( But heres what really :is: kind of scary. (this is mopey, guys, I suggest giving it a miss.) )

Hey, Death! Make me a sandwich.

7 People Who Cheated Death (Then Kicked It In The Balls)

Rock the fuck on.

I think I'm a little irritated.

My sister, Dale, just walked up to me and snapped her fingers in my face, informing me that Dad was on the phone for me. I gave her a look and talked to my father, a perfectly civil conversation.

Once we'd hung up, I went onto Dale's pictures and erased every single image of her good-for-nothing boyfriend.

I'm trying to summon up the shame that one should feel over something so childish.
Status: Epic Fail