I'm Shannon and this is the internet.
I like:
Books | Zombies | Pathophysiology.
I love:
Daria | Star Trek | Community | Nerdgasming over random game, movie, and other pop culture related time-sucks.
Part-time musician/microbiologist/nomad.
Full-time slacker.

I have no idea
what I want to do with my life.
 hands of blue

Like positive action I’ve taken purely to help someone else out because it would be nice to do has taken this ridiculous turn where they still benefit, and rather than my life staying in the position it was before, (which was the expectation, because none of these things were done expecting personal benefit, just for the well being of another) it has instead effected me for the worse. As if these things that are happening to me are a consequence for the favors I did for other people.

Karma is irrelevant. The universe is unfair.

This night just sucks and I want to go to bed and not talk to anyone.

(Source: skeleteen)

But she existed in the madness, hidden away like a golden trove, meant to be noticed only when the time was right — like the showers that dribble upon the ground, just as the trees stop begging the skies for rain.

(Source: maudit)

I just want to take a nap.

　

(Source: martymikalski)

laughingsquid:

Behind Every Great Novelist

(Source: incidentalcomics)