With her fog, her amphetamines, and her pearls.

• “IT’S ALIVEEEEE”
• “There’s no popcorn in the baggies so we just have to pop it in a pan!” *five minutes later after we’ve already started popping it* “…Hey Jodi, look! I found popcorn… in a baggie…”
• “…Well apparently butter is flammable.”
• “I’m not putting all this crap in a blender so it’s smooth like YOU SEEM TO WANT IT.”
• “I’m a bird!” “No you’re not” “But Why not?” “The laws of Evolution, Jodi.” “Oh.”
• “Aaand I’m probably going to regret pouring oil into a hot pan aren’t I? Yeah probably.”

My cover of ‘Falling’ by the Civil Wars. (I’m recovering from a cold… blah.)

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MOONSHOES POTTER

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Ensemble

1940s

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WANT.

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I’m writing the sequel:  “Cigarettes, Coffee and Ennui.”

He’s stabbing the donuts! Oh the humanity!

…Wot.

Dinner conversation includes ways to murder someone with a drinking straw and why humans are apparently inferior to cattle…?

I don’t know anymore.

I love this song SO MUCH. Ballads about shipwrecks are always brilliant and this one just gives me feelings okay. 

• Question: ASDFGHJKLASDFGHJKL JOEY OH HOW I LOVE YOU, MY BABY. - girl-fromthenortherncountry
• Answer:

  I LOVE YOU TOO DARLING.

  ;alskdjf;alsd

  I’m just so so so so happy about this and I honestly can’t believe I’ve made it this far.

Two days ago marked the day I was admitted into the mental hospital last year. 

I’d been struggling with an addiction to self harm, which was slowly tearing my friendships and my family apart. It was hard on everyone, and I was hurting everyone around me more that I was hurting myself. Finally, we decided it would be best for me to be admitted into inpatient treatment, because it was honestly our last resort.

Thank God it worked. I actually gained a best friend there, Autumn. We were roommates and I remember us sitting around during ‘quiet time’ and singing showtunes. Then there was the time SOMEONE mixed up three decks of cards and we spent an entire evening trying to sort them. THAT was an adventure.

Moving on- On the 21st of March last year, I was released from the hospital. And on the 21st of this year, I’ll be proud to say that I have gone a whole year free of cutting myself. It’s bittersweet, in a way, and this week is going to be a difficult one, just because of all the memories and all the negative things that’ll be looming over my head. But… There you have it. 

(I credit most of my recovery to music, my Faith, and one very special family. You know who you are.)