I know I’m just the dude that carries the bags, but it seems to me we all play an important part in this group. I mean, we’re just like a big, delicious banana split. Fred, you’re the big banana; Daphne, you’re the pastrami and bubble gum-flavoured ice cream; and Velma, you’re the sweet-and-sour mustard sauce that goes on top. - Scooby-Doo (2002) dir. Raja Gosnell
m86:
40 year old neighbor passing by: what the fuck
me, with my titties hanging out the balcony with a glass of wine and the fattest blunt ever seen before in human history: hello ronald. how are the kids
Depression cuts me at the knees. It’s having an excellent day relaxing and getting a couple things done, then seeing an image on the internet and being flooded with reminders of how far behind you are and out of shape you are and ultimately, utterly, depressed. It’s a endless haze of misery, leeching my motivation until I’m couchlocked in my own hell.
