Sensory overload feels like content aware scaling

Me at the grocery store

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

me, starting a new game: i’m gonna be evil this time

me, 5 minutes into said game: Being Mean Is Not Nice

me, after failing to be evil: i’m gonna look up the youtube videos of that playthrough instead

me, looking at the videos: i can’t watch this

don’t touch people that don’t want to be touched!!! people might not want to be touched due to abuse, people might not want to be touched due to sensory issues, and some people just don’t like it. i don’t care how weird or ‘sad’ it is that you can’t touch them, just don’t fucking do it. their comfort is more important than you poking them or hugging them.

when ppl analyse ur art in the tags n point out things they liked / noticed 

video game: everything in the world is garbage and love isnt real. your choices dont matter in the long run. people die. uuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUU

me whos depressed but plays games for fun:

Undertale: Just because the world is hard, doesn’t mean you should let it kill the softness in you. Sometimes you make mistakes that can’t be forgiven by those you’ve hurt, but if they really want to, even the worst person can change for the better. Everything you do to show you care for others comes back to you in the end. Someone out there really cares about you. My depressed ass:

ill never forgive the public education system

this post isnt a joke btw. there is no feeling worse than being mentally ill in highschool

i still,,, kinda like them ;;;;

Literally none of my story ideas come with a plot, ever. WITHOUT FAIL, it’s always just an Aesthetic, like two and a half characters, some very, very vivid settings, and a weird concept. Never plot. Not even an inkling of a plot. My brain tosses me this cool stuff and is like welp i’ll be back in 4-5 business months 

not to dictate your life but drop your shitty friends

Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.

not gonna risk scrolling past this

get the fuck outta here with this “gays can’t drive” and “gays can’t cook” shit i do BOTH. don’t be disrespectful

but can you do math?

don’t. don’t do this to me

me fighting intrusive violent thoughts