I’d really like to be taken out tbh. in a date way or a sniper way I have no preference
don’t feel guilty for not being able to handle everything, for needing a break. you need to look after yourself, too. self care is not selfish.
before anybody asks, YES, i did ruin everything with my hubris
Another shoutout to the demons and monsters that lived under your bed/in your closet and actually obeyed all the arbitrary rules you invented to keep yourself safe, like “if light is touching me at all I can’t be harmed” or “if I’m stepping on carpet I am untouchable” or “if I move my hand in a particular pattern while I walk, I’m off-limits during my voyage through the dark house to the bathroom”.
That was really considerate of them, especially given how biased in your favor those rules were.
chauvinistsushi
children create their own magic
Never accept a once toxic friend back into your life. You’re better off without them.
never let anyone make you feel bad for outgrowing them. never make toxic, stagnant people make you feel bad for choosing not to rot w them
arctic-mon-key
me: *knows exactly what i have to say*
me: *stutters and fucks up a 5 word sentence*
a fools guide to not wanting to die anymore
by me, a fool who doesnt wanna die anymore
- never make a suicide joke again. yes this includes “i wanna die” as a figure of speech. swear off of it. actually make an effort to change how you think about things.
- find something to compliment someone for at least 4 times a day. notice the little things about the world that make you happy, and use that to make other people happy.
- talk to people. initiate conversation as often as you possibly can. keep your mind busy and you wont have to worry anymore
- picture the bad intrusive thoughts in youe head as an edgy 13 year old and tell them to go be emo somewhere else
- if someone makes you feel bad most of the time, stop talking to them. making yourself hang out with people who drain you is self harm. stop it.
thor ragnarok fight scene but holding out for a hero is playing
I am unhappy with how perfectly this works.
I refuse to believe that this wasn’t the backup song for in case Zep refused to let them use Immigrant Song.
space documentary: In about 5 billion years, our sun will enter its red giant phase, destroying Mercury, Venus, and possibly Earth as well.
me, knowing full well that there’s no way I will be alive by then:
marginalia, The English Patient, p. 146:
there is no spring here where i am, but i am laughing in this desert, the way flowers laugh—slow fireworks under the wet poetry of rain. March is here and i remember. i count the smallness of years. i count the grandness of moments.
ladies of brooklyn nine-nine: GINA LINETTI
“I’m not a blackmailer. If you tell anyone I am, I will release your secrets.
Today at therapy was really hard. I was sitting here crying, and generally being miserable, when I felt a nudge at my knee. I looked down to see that Zeus, my service dog, was doing his job… and brought me a potato. it is very hard to cry with a gift of potato.
Remember this? I’m having a rough time right now. Zeus has a solution.
That would be an empty pill bottle, the *correct* pill bottle, a bottle of embossing powder, and two, TWO potatoes.
You’re worth at least 2 potato to him and that’s pretty special imo.
I would just like to remind you all that *I don’t own any potatoes* and I have no clue where he’s getting them from.