tumblr mental illness discourse has two modes, “being mentally ill excuses any terrible thing you do uwu” and “if you struggle with hygiene go take a fucking shower you disgusting piece of shit” and it’s like…neither one of those is helpful like, at all
not that i’ll ever come to terms with percy going to new rome university but now that im thinking about it percy and jason are barely two years apart and they will most likely be attending the same college and like, wow
rick you’ve been trying to give us the “wild sons of the greek gods parties” concept we just haven’t taken notice of it, accept my apologies, i can’t believe we missed that
i mean im an adult, i guess, if that’s the word for it. a lot of things i used to care about i just say “Fuck It” and let go.
but it’s incredible to me that there’s still so many passages to my soul. how just a group of teenagers looking at me and laughing makes my teeth hurt. how someone’s comment sends me back to high school bullying. how i am constantly asking myself are they even really my friends?
i don’t know. i never throw myself birthday parties because my worst nightmare would be that nobody shows. i just wonder if there’s ever a time that your last insecurities let go. i’ve only ever found that kind of freedom at the honey lips of tequila. i want to be brave at two pm on a sunday. i want to actually not care what they say. i want to be the kind of witch that laughs through the burning.
all I learnt from this video was that Louise is a lovely person, im never having kids, Dan hates vagina, I’m never having kids, Phil is a learned man, I’m never having kids, dan calls Phil babe and that I’m never having kids