*to the tune of teenage dirt bag* cause I'm just the white Chad warden, baby
Playing that Pee-Ess Tri-ple Bay-bee
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i’m not posting the actual tiktok because it involves another patient being recorded without their knowledge and clearly not doing okay but y’all we were so close to mental illness being destigmatized. we were so close but now the general public sees mental illness as two separate groups - the quirky relatable depression and anxiety, and the weird cringy scary schizo-spectrum disorders, ocd, personality disorders, and so on. #mentalhealthmatters as long as it’s not one of those weird scary illnesses
sorry I hate adding to posts and really hope OP doesn't take this wrong or as me calling anyone wrong or stupid or whatever but this isnt a sudden issue that just popped up that no one could have foreseen... since right off the bat you've had people trying to make themselves feel normal by othering "seriously mentally ill" individuals being like "well I just have anxiety/depression/adhd/etc im not one of THOSE weirdos!" and that was genuinely seen as mental health awareness advocacy and still is in many circles. nothing any of the people in these screenshots are saying is considered "weird" or "abmormal" socially to say..
this "two tier" system shows in many ways I think with people in one tier who are amused and terrified by those in the other, excited by receiving a new validating diagnosis, for whom being in an institution is just a fun little vacation. I think in the other tier is people who range from terrified to receive a diagnosis to mildly disturbed knowing what they will be treated like going forward, who are threatened with being institutionalized and forced to stay on medications that may not even be helping..
Sorry babe, but I can't have sex right now; I'm watching Nichijou
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Mundane America. Broken pole with rope and an American Flag. Cincinnati, Ohio.
Wait. Wait.
Wait.
I know that telephone pole.
I know that telephone pole intimately because I’m the one who broke it.
Thats the pole next to Sycamore Jr. High, in between the jr high school and Pipkins, where I had my second car accident. A woman t-boned my car and drove me into that pole in 2008 and it took them years to actually take it down.
That black metal pole you see just beyond the broken phone pole is a “Now Leaving/Welcome To Blue Ash, Ohio” sign, visible at 5520 Cooper Road on google maps.
(the flag is there, btw, because its the starting point for the Blue Ash/Montgomery July 4th parade.)
The internet is so staggeringly immense that I can’t help but be disproportionately delighted when things like this happen.
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Anonymous asked:
helluva boss is superior to family guy
I hope you slip stepping out of the shower and smash your head on the toilet seat and die
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God I wish this actually happened
can anyone recommend a game that 1) has a good story and writing, 2) ALSO good gameplay, and 3) is good at integrating the two in a way that's not just the Bastion-style "narrator talks over your actions"? besides disco elysium
im aware there are people who like, make indie games AND write short stories/novels on an amateur basis, but from what i can tell its mostly people who make interactive fiction stuff in twine, or visual novels. i respect that stuff on principle but its not the kind of game i like
tumblr users who watch NEOCRANIUM >>>>>>
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this is the funniest thing the british mind can imagine
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somebody PLEASE find the gif of the guy with the really stiff pants slamming a girl on a bed or whatever
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Its the wrong trousers gromit!
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Title/Name: Soyjak pointing at Eclipse Wojak Series: Soyjak (Variant) Image submission by: sashadonkey on Tumblr Image by: Unknown Main Tag: Soyjak Wojak
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internet-sentences
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Why can't Garfield love Mondays?
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shes really good at posting
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i’m not posting the actual tiktok because it involves another patient being recorded without their knowledge and clearly not doing okay but y’all we were so close to mental illness being destigmatized. we were so close but now the general public sees mental illness as two separate groups - the quirky relatable depression and anxiety, and the weird cringy scary schizo-spectrum disorders, ocd, personality disorders, and so on. #mentalhealthmatters as long as it’s not one of those weird scary illnesses
literally whenever I go on Instagram it's the most bottom of the barrel ass shit
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For the past six months, I have been moving from one address to the next across the Gaza Strip with my husband and two children, aged 7 and 9, in an elusive search for safety. Our home in the Tal el-Hawa neighborhood, southwest of Gaza City, was bombed soon after the war began, and since then we have been homeless. At first, we moved between residences in the north. But sooner or later, every neighborhood in Gaza City became a target, and every apartment in which we sought refuge was damaged by Israel airstrikes. Eventually, my husband and I decided to flee south with our children, to the city of Khan Younis. It was a journey filled with adversity. Again, we moved from one address to another, until we ended up at Al-Amal Hospital. Sheltering at the hospital grounds in the middle of winter, we slept only on a blanket, with a second blanket on top of us to provide warmth for my children and I. It was the first time I had felt extreme cold; the severity, along with the fear I felt for my children, brought me to tears. After the occupation army besieged Khan Younis, we fled in early February through the so-called “safe corridor” under their control. On that journey, we experienced abuse, insults, humiliation, and the theft of our belongings. We continued back northward to the city of Deir al-Balah in central Gaza, prolonging the bitterness of displacement until this day. It has been six months, three cities, and countless places of refuge — and with the war showing no signs of ending, we know that we may not be able to shelter in our current spot for much longer.
