Tumgik
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
I love us
loving someone is also in part loving who you are when you’re with them, so in turn loving someone instills self love
3 notes · View notes
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
Fear of chaseing dreams can really make life a nightmare
0 notes
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
Into me I see
I wish I could see in myself what I once saw in you
0 notes
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
Someone once told me...
The grass is always greener, but as long as you have friends that let you come over and play in their yard, you’re gravy
0 notes
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
Why can’t life be a movie?
Every individual life is it’s own production and each individual is the star of there screening. Well what type of movie is life? It’s every type of movie. With any life there’s horror, drama, comedy, romance, even a bit or a lot of Sci-fi curiosity/exploration. You’re meant to view your life as a movie not only as the lead role but the most important spectator as well. You are the only one that has to see and live with all that you do. Do what you’d like to see the main character do. Take your leading character wherever you want them to go. Make your leading character whatever you want them to be. Either way, the movie will go on until the credits roll and all that’s left are the names of you and every other spectator and what they thought they saw during your performance.
0 notes
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
1+3-2
Calculate your value established by the people around you and vica versa...you’ll see that those in your direct contact may not be your biggest supporters
0 notes
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
Have a Charlie Day
How much cheese is too much cheese?
0 notes
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
I want to dive into the rivers of people that flow through metal mountains to ride the wake created from my ambitions and desires
0 notes
professionalkidd · 6 years
Text
Enticable
Looking for myself in someone else but I’m afraid I won’t recognize them when I find me
0 notes
professionalkidd · 7 years
Text
I’s Ready Boss
Blindly graduating with a bachelors degree is like walking The Green Mile. Everyone treats you real nice, right before it all goes down. People give you gifts, sometimes special “last meals”. Then you walk off that stage and right into “the chair”, which is now conveniently placed in a cube shaped habitat surrounded by your fellow living dead. Only now there is no electricity or the smooth ride of a legal injection, NOPE. Now there are these florescent/LED rectangles that you stare at all day that slowly modifies your brain until you are eventually incapable a being anything original
0 notes
professionalkidd · 7 years
Text
World Longest Joke
Can someone end this presidency already or are we really gonna try and ride this out for the whole four years?
0 notes
professionalkidd · 7 years
Text
Parfaits might be the most delicious thing on the whole damn planet
art is like ogars
0 notes
professionalkidd · 7 years
Quote
Nothing motivates a man more for a 30 seconds then a sexy girl in the gym. Do it for all of us
Me
1 note · View note
professionalkidd · 7 years
Quote
What's living if you never pull your shorts down and slide on the ice
Louis Stevens
0 notes
professionalkidd · 7 years
Text
Post Abroad Vacation Depression (PAVD)
I’ve recently returned from my first trip abroad and let me tell you, its was, fucking amazing. Never hit below 80, water clear as day, females everywhere, and an unlimited supply of booze served by curvy bartenders whom I’m 86% sure were getting sick of my shitty spanglish compliments.
Nonetheless, as all good things, you come at the end (or something like that). My friends and I had to leave our new found home and headed back to The States.
 From warm sand to frigid snow all in a matter of a 3 ½ hour steaming flight. As the airport alcohol and extracurriculars from the night before wore off, I could feel the all too real depression of reality setting in.
Popularly known as PAVD, or Post Abroad Vacation Depression, this spiritually crushing disease can be fatal if not diagnosed correctly. Below you will find the common symptoms:
SYMPTOMS:
Listening to that one hype pregame song you played every night before going out - You know that one song with the heavy beat that you probably know only the intro/chorus to but still played it ONE LAST TIME before you went out, yeah, DAT ONE. Your subconscious will want to return to the blissful state that said song reminds you of, the common “Take me back” nostalgic feeling. It may sound good the first couple times, but after about the 42nd time, it will only leave you in agony.
Low desire to see anyone that isn’t tan or in a bathing suit - Your mind has just been fed with countless images of tan and half naked people that were friendly and down for almost anything, pretty much the opposite of normal life.
Looking at fun videos/pics from the trip - Chances are you don’t remember taking a good amount of these, but I promise you whatever the content, it is better than what you are doing now and you can’t go back. You may feel like you’re there, having a good time, drinking with your friends, back with that girl you should have hooked up with..YOU’RE NOT. Save it for another day when you’ve accepted the fact its over and you are somberly explaining them to EVERYONE that comes and asks “Hey, how was your trip?! -_-”
Desire for attention - Vacation makes you feel like the fucking man. No one is a dick to you and you don’t give a hoot about your actions, basically your invincible. You quickly realize once you get back to cell service thinking your phone is going to blow up with all these texts, that once again no one loves you but your mom and social media is the only place you have “friends”
Okay, so I may have exaggerated a bit on the “fatal” part a bit earlier, but in comparison to all the white girls that are “literally dying” every minute of every day, this is right up there.
If you find yourself returning from some extravagant vacation from over seas, and PAVD begins to set in, here are a few treatments to get yourself back in shit shot shape.
TREATMENTS: “Embrace it”
Stay in bed- Please don’t misinterpret, you won’t be sick or immobile (unless you caught some terrible disease then stop reading this immediately and get your ass to the doctor) NO, you will simply be so disappointed with your surrounding environment that you will want no contact with anything but your own room. This is by no mean a bad thing “Embrace it”. Your room is your dojo, alllllllll yours. Lock the fucking door if you need to and just do you boo boo.
Be Fat - Well all know the “Vacation Diet” you planned to start months before your trip (but in actuality you starved yourself a few days before then did 7 pushups before you hit the beach) ended the moment you stepped off the flight. Exchanged with familiar foods and foreign booze, the true vacation diet. Fortunately, once you return, you will have the same disregard for you body and health, “Embrace It” Greasy and fatty foods for days, maybe weeks depending how far out you are from your next beach trip. The downside is you will not be in the highest spirits for spirits (alcohol)….but lets be honest, your liver probably held you ransom enough on the trip that you now owe it a great debt.
Sweats - If you are lucky/smart enough to plan your trip so that you return with a full weekend ahead of you, then your in luck! De-vacation yourself with a long shower and pick out your favorite sweats because I promise you that they won’t be removed for the next few days. You’ll be covered in sweat and food stains from head to toe, but there will be few around that want to look at your tan-lined face so “Embrace it!”
Binge Watching - Not that this is any different than your normal day life, but with all this extra-bum activity, you will easily crush a few season of your favorite show. Its your bodies way of tricking your brain into thinking your actually doing something worth while…all while doing nothing at all. Say it with me….”Eeemmbbrraaccceee Iiiiitttttt!!!!”
“Release” (NSFW) - This isn’t the cleanest of treatments, but its completely natural and you’re already a disheveled ball of dirty clothes and blanks so “EMBRACE IT!!” Now, if you have a significant other who DIDN’T go on the trip with you (emphasis the DID NOT because if they did, they are most likely sick of your ass and are alone experiencing the same thing) and isn’t currently disgusted with you’re Post-Trip transformation, this may have just gotten a lot easier. Get them to lend you a hand (or a few fingers for my female readers). However, if you are along which is 97% of us, have some pride and do yourself a service: rub one out! Its no secret there are few better feelings then getting your rocks off. Have no shame and do it for you. You’ll feel a load(s) better!
So if you find yourself walking in your cold empty house, fresh off the flight from what felt like another universe, you were most likely met with a smack to the face with a good ole case of PAVD. Take note of these symptoms and treatments and you just may make it out alive. OR, at least won’t call off/quit your job Monday from the sheer combined depression alone. Eventually you’ll be back to your old sheep life until you sack up again to escape to a better life! To that I say, Happy Travels!!!
0 notes