Fun fact, every homosexual can sing along with at least 3 ABBA songs

This is fucking hilarious!!!

UNREAL!!!!

Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying “You fucking moron.” and tbh same

Me: I think I don’t exist.

Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didn’t, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.

Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when I’m dissociating.

Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?

Therapist: No.

Me: Wow.

Therapist: You’re just a fucked up bitch.

Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.

Therapist: That’s a start!

Me: I guess he’s still my friend?

Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, he’s not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.

Me:

Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.

Therapist: Because that’s my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because you’re way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.

Me: I don’t need that kind of call out, Jerome.

Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*

Therapist: Oh that’s nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!

Me: Yeah!!

Therapist: It’s wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?

Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-

Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.

Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.

Me: What-

Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS* 

Me: 

Me: Jerome.

Therapist: You went to the gaypride?

Me: Yeah, I went.

Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?

Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.

Therapist: Did you see some bears?

Me:

Me: Jerome wh-

Therapist: That’s the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it. 

Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?

Me: No, I want it!!

Therapist: Finally, you’re not forcing yourself for the others! And you’re doing something you want! I’m proud of you!

Me: You’re more of a dad than my own father.

Therapist: That’s not very hard.

Me: I always wondered, are you queer?

Therapist: I am not.

Me: Ooh.

Therapist: Or am I?

Me: Ooh!

As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.

The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.

This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.

As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.

He’s aware of it and think it’s hilarious.

Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.

Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.

Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.

Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.

Me: What??

Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?

Me: Like what? ‘Hey Joël wassup, I’ve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.’ ?

Therapist: Exactly.

Me: You’re as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, y’know.

Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-

Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?

Me: Dinner first.

Therapist:

Therapist: Damien, you moron.

Therapist: You need vacations.

Me: I’m broke.

Therapist: Oh yeah.

Therapist: You still need vacations tho.

Me: Jerome, I am still broke.

Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!

Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didn’t see you.

Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?

Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.

For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:

Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?

Me: Yes. Town’s short I guess.

Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?

Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?

Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.

Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!

Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.

Me:

Me: What.

Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.

Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.

Me: I’m gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.

Therapist:

Therapist: How dare you.

Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.

Me:

Therapist: Do you smoke?

Me: Jerome.

On hard days I wonder how Jerome is doing

He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one

I FOUND IT I FOUND IT I FUCKING FOUND IT AAAAAAAH YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY THIS MADE ME FEEL

It’s really amazing how happy people get when they find this post omg

Always reblog Jerome.

Is he now aware of his fame?

After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”

I think he doesn’t realize that he’s known *worldwide*

I LOVE THIS POST!!!!!

This is great

OP can we get more updates please

Sure! Here’s his fav cat breed

OP we need another update!

Is his fav dog breed an acceptable update? Or more?

Special guest of the day because I haven’t seen Jerome in a little while: My psychiatrist.

Psychiatrist, pointing at my little shovel tattoo: Does it have a meaning?

Me: Actually yes, it’s one of the rare ones who does. I wanted to be a gravedigger for a long time but since I’m disabled I can’t. So it’s just a little funny reminder of my wish to become a gravedigger.

Psychiatrist: Until when did you want to become a gravedigger?

Me: Until 20yo I think? Yeah, from kindergarten to 20yo.

Psychiatrist: Oh. Well, who am I to judge when I was a kid i wanted to be a garbageman because ridding the truck looked funny.

Therapist: You’re allowed to tell what you feel. You can’t keep everything stored in bottles and hope for the best, you’ll never be happy if you do this.

Me: But they won’t be happy.

Therapist: Be egoistic. You’re not in charge of everybody’s happiness but you’re in charge of yours. It will take times to start to say that you dislike what people are saying, it will take time to manage to say to the others when they hurt you. It’s not easy. But you’re allowed to tell people how you feel and to accept how you feel rather than bottling up.

Me: How long will it take me to manage to do it?

Therapist: I started to do it in my thirties. There is no starting point, you just go at your pace.

Therapist: Last time I saw a handful of young people with pride flags. I tried to see if you and your friends where at it.

Me: Jerome, I’m not at every pride manifestations. I won’t even go to the pride parade this year.

Therapist, sounding slightly disappointed: Oh well. You should, it’s fun.

omg it got better

This has given me life, Jerome is the kind of therapist/friend/father everyone needs

i want to give jerome a pet frog as a thank you for just existing

please block me if you read books with death in them. i don’t care your “reason” - it’s clear you have a death fetish, are pro-necrophilia, and think killing is okay. i don’t care if someone you know died recently or if you have a terminal illness. it is not okay to consume fiction with death in it to cope. and that’s that on that, you freaks. pro-death crowd dni.

Pro library tip:

Bring scissors so you can open noisy snack bags quietly

Do you both:

a) hate cancer, and

b) live in any of the following countries?

If you answered yes to both of the above, then congratulations, you may be able to save the life of one of my close friends who has leukemia!

How, I hear you ask?

By signing up for the bone marrow donor registry at bethematch.org

(for outside of the US, use this link instead).

But wait, I hear you say – bone marrow donation? That sounds scary and complicated!

Not so – it’s incredibly easy to get added to the registry, and the process of donating if you match is easy and relatively painless as well.

When you sign up on the website, you will be asked a series of screener questions to determine whether you are disqualified from being in the registry due to age or health conditions. You will then be mailed a free testing kit in the mail. The test consists of a cheek swab, which you do and then mail back to the registry.

And… that’s it! That’s literally all you need to do to sign up!

If you match a patient in need, you will be contacted by the registry, and given the option to donate to that person. If you agree to donate, the process is similar to giving blood with a few extra steps: Prior to donation, you will receive a shot once a day for five days. This is to help your body produce more stem cells. During these days you may experience some symptoms like a mild cold. On the day of the donation, they will take the blood out of your vein like for a normal blood donation. Unlike a normal blood donation, however, the blood you donate will be run through a specialized machine to separate and collect the stem cells, and then the blood itself will be returned to you. This process will take about four hours, and once it’s complete, you can go home and shouldn’t have any symptoms after.

But what if I don’t have healthcare and can’t afford medical procedures?

You don’t have to pay for any of this. The test kit is free, and comes with a free return label. And depending on your location, if you match with someone and decide to donate, you may even get free transportation and other accommodations to help with the process!

But what if I’m LGBTQ+? Aren’t I banned from donating?

Being a member of the LGBTQ+ community does NOT bar you from donating bone marrow, even if you are barred from donating blood. If you have always wanted to save lives by giving blood, but haven’t been able to due to homophobic regulations, this is your chance to make a difference.

Well, I’ve been meaning to join the registry, but just have never gotten around to it…

This is your sign to do so. Even though the process of donating marrow is more like a blood donation, bone marrow donors and recipients need to closely match, much like for organ transplants. Every single additional name on the registry increases the chances that those with leukemia will find a match. You could literally be the only hope for someone else’s life and not even realize it.

Please: join the registry, and potentially save a life. Potentially save my friend.

Apparently the link for the non-US website is not appearing, whoops! If you are not in the US, you can use this link instead: https://wmda.info/donor/become-a-donor/

OP already said it, but I want to highlight it:

The thing with bone marrow is that you can’t just give it to anyone - there needs to be exact genetic compatibility. I don’t know the medical specifics, but it’s much harder to find a donor for bone marrow than for blood. When I donate blood, I just go there and give them 500 mL and can be quite sure that they are going to use it, because there will be more than enough people who are compatible.

With bone marrow, it’s different. If you are registered as a donor, they will only contact you when your close enough genetic match gets leukemia. On the other hand, when someone gets leukemia, there might be a person with enough genetic compatibility in the world … but unless that person is registered as a donor, they will never know.

So it’s important that as many people as possible register as a donor, even though they may never be called upon.

ALSO the Red Cross has recently changed the rules for blood donation 🩸 and I’m going to get to donate again (maybe) for the first time in almost 20 years! Check the rules , queer people aren’t being automatically ruled out anymore, nor are people that lived in Europe during mad cow disease!

my wife z”l had her life extended because of a bone marrow transplant (she didn’t have leukemia but did have another kind of bone marrow cancer).

she had one match. one.

one man in France decided to join the bone marrow registry and gave her so many more years with our children because of it. you literally can save a life with this (especially if you’re a person who isn’t white – Miryam was Ashkenazic Jewish and that made it much harder to find a suitable donor for her).

It’s literally so easy!!! Be the match!

<3 please register here the initial screening will indicate if you are eligible. if you aren’t letting others know who are is the equally best thing to help :)

I’ve done this! I had a match years after I went on the UK registry and did PBSC, which is the non-surgical version of donation (you don’t choose, the patient’s doctor asks for one or the other). If you’re in a position to do it, I am happy I did it and recommend it. My ask box is open, super happy to answer any questions if anyone’s thinking about it.

i could not date harry styles because i would have too much fun psychologically torturing his fans that care too much 

i would tweet “hes literally in me” and then turn off my phone. i would only post pics of us that would be extremely difficult to crop me out of. i would tell his fans that i didnt know any of his songs but that i thought he was really cute in 5sos. i would get on his phone while he was in the shower and post myself on his instagram story 

this is a message for everyone who is 22. if you’re 22 please stop worrying. take a deep breath eat a bagel maybe. everything that feels impossible is going to work itself out. have a great day

do u have a message for 25 year olds

uhhhhh 2 bagels?

I'm 32. When I was in my early twenties, I overheard a pair of 50ish year old women talking about the ideal age to stay at permanently. One said, "Everyone says 25. I wouldn't want to be in my twenties forever. Everything is hard and you get upset too easily."

Hearing her say that helped me so much. I thought about it countless times. Every time things felt overwhelming, I remembered what she said. The words of this total stranger, who wasn't even talking directly to me, brought me a lot of comfort, so I hope they can help you, too.

I’m 35 and wouldn’t go back to…

…okay, that’s not true.

There is one thing I’d like back from my 20s, but it’s a highly individualized thing.

To wit, when I was 25 I had swine flu. My lung capacity never quite returned to normal and I came out of it with awful fatigue. (Get your flu shot, kids.)

But the uncertainty, the fear; the crushing self-doubt? Yeah, all that shit can stay in the past.

My advice:

HYDRATE

Do a couple of minutes of stretches every day, you’ll thank me later

Getting blackout drunk is not “having fun.” It’s a sign of a serious problem

You will get your heart broken. Nobody will ever have felt such pain before. We have all felt it. You will heal. You will never heal. When you hit 32 or so you’ll understand how none of this is a contradiction. Just breathe. Move through it.

It will be okay.

I was gonna come on here and make fun of this for being obvious but the article is actually really good and lays out the facts super concisely. link

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Reminder that BetterHelp doesn't give a fuck about their patients and is actually a fucking terrible way to get therapy.

Please find other alternatives for BH because they're ATROCIOUS.

I'm aware that this is a pretty big blog, so I try to avoid putting people on blast- mostly cause I don't want anyone tracking folks down and dogpiling on them for the unforgivable sin of "being wrong about a thing",

Because we are all hilariously, ridiculously and unabashedly incorrect about things at times, and that doesn't deserve the embarrassment of a thousand jeering, judging strangers with their careless mockery and casual insults,

That being said

BITCH THAT SHIT DO KILLS PEOPLE

Forgetting the sea — detail from 'Cold Shore'

Just to make the distinction between the first two clear:

people need to accept that some gay/lgbt people are terrible and some gay/lgbt people are boring and it doesnt make them Actually Straight or anything

big pet peeve of mine is gay internet users talking about ellen degeneres and pete buttigieg and acting like they’re “basically straight” as if both these people aren’t literally married to someone of the same sex sleeping in the same bed with them and having gay sex with their gay spouses and as if ellen degeneres coming out wasn’t such a huge moment in the lesbian community and pop culture as a whole that the biggest lesbian website for decades after that was called afterellen like unfortunately being gay doesn’t make you immune to being friends with war criminals.

good traits gone bad

Fat people deserve mobility aids, too. No matter if it's connected to their fatness or not, because having a mobility issue that is connected to one's fatness won't change that they're still fat and still have the issue at hand. Fat people don't deserve to "tough it out" because fatness should be this divine punishment doled out to those who "deserve" it. Fat disabled people deserve to have the peace of mind that they can exist in whatever way is most comfortable and accessible to them