depsidase:

marcusbrutus:

the worst part about ocd and ocd-like tendencies is that you think hyper-analyzing your thoughts and constantly psychoanalyzing yourself will fix you but that’s actually part of the disorder. it’s the disorder. disordering.

wellhalesbells:

Sometimes you watch a show and you’re like: wow, they had a serious show bible for this. And you just know it’s treated like the holy grail it is by everyone involved, that it’s laminated, that it’s got annotations, footnotes, color coordination, a section for foreshadowing, callbacks, foils and parallels, that an eye blink doesn’t get blunk without it matching that character’s arc for the season and the show overall.

And sometimes you watch a show and you know that show had a pamphlet, one with, say, the word TEEN written on the front, WOLF on the back and just [TBD] splatted inside, probably with (abs?) scrawled on the bottom somewhere. And someone put their gum in it around the start of the fourth season.

callmestannismaybe:

bogleech:

madamslayyy:

moon-mason:

Got his ass together in three words

Okay but frog genitalia are internal whereas male rats have among the largest proportionate ballsacks of any animal.

kosmogrl:

depsidase:

bakwaaas:

being happy is so scary because there’s this underlying feeling of anxiety like when are things gonna go wrong. is this gonna be taken from me. chat is this normal

pansyfemme:

if i cant kill myself i guess i just have to make art and cook good meals and listen to music and dress up pretty and hope it will be all worth it to be doing something to distract myself forever

library-graffiti:

nudityandnerdery:

nudityandnerdery:

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they’ve killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

Thanks to whoever tried, but I knew they’d never allow it.

Let’s do it the old fashioned way. Spread it far and wide.

theconcealedweapon:

fairycosmos:

very fucked up that you can try insanely hard your whole life to make all the right choices and yet you can’t escape bad outcomes. like what the flip

theconcealedweapon:

coffeepeople:

How wild is it that every version of you probably exists still, somewhere, in someone’s memory? The messy you, crying on the floor exists still in your mind. The happy, sun-soaked you, exists in your best friend’s memory. No part of you has died, all parts of us exist always, simultaneously and hidden. 

thebigolbee:

Copping a new decoration for the agency

ceo-of-sloppy-women:

Let me kiss the toaster, Bethesda, you utter cowards