Everything is Simple

My favorite (current) baseball players: David Ortiz, Carlos Santana, Elvis Andrus, Koji Uehara, Dustin Pedroia, David Freese, Yadier Molina, Albert Pujols, Jose Altuve

jazzman8675309:

jazzman8675309:

prince-of-insanity:

psychoteentitan:

The US version of Harry Potter is surprisingly short. 

I’ve been laughing at this for like half an hour cause when Harry fires the gun it looks like he’s saying “BAM!”

Bam! Omg I’m dying

Someone reblogged this from me after I forgot about it and then I laughed for ten minutes and actually LEFT MY BED TO SHOW MY FAMILY


Lmao

jazzman8675309:

jazzman8675309:

prince-of-insanity:

psychoteentitan:

The US version of Harry Potter is surprisingly short. 

I’ve been laughing at this for like half an hour cause when Harry fires the gun it looks like he’s saying “BAM!”

Bam! Omg I’m dying

Someone reblogged this from me after I forgot about it and then I laughed for ten minutes and actually LEFT MY BED TO SHOW MY FAMILY

Lmao

(via stayceerantsandraves)

Black Label Society

—Steppin' Stone

Hangover music

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Survival

Three weeks ago, when we embarked on this new chapter in our lives, myself and 9 peers were told by our supervisors that our goal for this year is not to be superstars or rock stars, but to simply survive.

Obviously, we all have every intention of being the absolute best we can possibly be and we all aim to exceed expectations. But, this is an entirely new situation for all of us: we’ve finally achieved that level of independence that’s been right around the corner this entire time… We’re finished with college, we have our degrees, now it’s time to work. To work, to excel, and to survive.

Survival is going to be rough, at first, but as with almost anything — it’ll get easier with time (AND WITH THAT FIRST PAYCHECK AMIRITE?) I’ve begun attempting to make friends and acquaintances with all 9 of my peers, which has been kind of hit-and-miss in some cases. The camaraderie that we form will be essential to my survival.

I know this sounds really fucking stupid and yeah yeah yeah I’m a guy and I’m romanticizing the struggles in my life… BUT… I imagine this is kind of what soldiers feel like when they’re off at war. You’re so far away from those that you love (in my case, anywhere between 200 and 1800 miles away), and are just kind of having to acclimate yourself to a new environment. How do you get by? With a little help from my friends. ::Cue The Beatles getting stuck in your head:: 

So, I’m getting by with a little help from my friends. via Happy Hour, venting sessions, mutual eye-rolls at meetings, lunch, and Happy Hour. It’s also nice that a few of them are from the area, so they know all of the good bars, restaurants, sights, and sounds of the city. All the liveliness is a blessing of an escape. I feel like I’ve gotten so used to the walls in my room, the sound of the fan spinning, the passing cars, the noise the sheets make as I toss and turn in bed, that sound when my laptop automatically turns on in order to reboot and update without asking for my fucking permission, the sound of the garage door below opening and closing, the airplanes flying overhead (how I’d love to be on one of those), the birds chirping, the heavy breathing of runners passing by with the light rhythm of their shoes bouncing off of the sidewalk, and the darkness so gently disturbed by the streetlights shining through the pale curtain at the head of the bed. I’ve gotten so used to spending time by myself, avoiding social interaction, becoming a hermit and a loner, going out to bars alone, engaging in meaningless banter with the bartenders, wait staff, and other patrons — I’m nothing more than another tab, another drink order, and another tip. I’m trying, though.

I’m trying to make these new connections as meaningful and consistent as I can. But, it’s on me to not shut down, not shut out, and rejoice in the company of others. After all, I’m not the only one, right? We all have that in common, we all share similar struggles, this unfamiliarity with our new surroundings, and we all (except for one) enjoy a good drink!

Hallelujah alcohol!!

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I miss them all. I miss my friends. I miss my dog. I miss my mom. And I miss that girl in Boston.

But I will survive. I’ll get by.

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^^with a little help from my friends. :)

You filled my void, pieced my broken self together. Where once there were holes, there now is a whole.

No hits. Just misses.

All the misses.

I’ve never been so stressed in my life.

Jimmy Buffett

—Margaritaville

Basically.

Mainly the wasted part though

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I wish I was perfect.