bpd–ghostie:

i’ve been suicidal for so long that i’ve just been assuming i wouldn’t live even as long as i have so i never thought about anything long term and now i have no idea what i’m going to do and i’m more afraid to live than i ever was to die

writingmyselfintoanearlygrave:

writing-prompt-s:

One day, you lose your wallet, and it is found by a mob boss, who figures out that you aren’t in such a good place financially, and takes pity on you. So they start anonymously sending cash, clothes, and furniture to you in the mail, eventually, the mob boss sends you a letter to stating that they bought you a house, and it lists an adress. What do you do?

In this economy? Thank them politely, pledge your loyalty, and join the mob.

humorrelated:

retiredjesus:

*fucks something serious up*

me: shit my bad

(Source: bang)

strawberryhorrorshow:

Being abused made me such a “good kid.”

I was

• Always polite
• Never acted without permission
• Never spoke out of turn
• Always did what I was told

And it’s shitty that I was considered mature and praised for those things, and all of those characteristics have translated into me being an immature, “bad adult.”

Now I

• Have difficulty making a keeping friends
• Can’t act without permission/am dependent on others for direction
• Am terrible at communicating
• Have no agency/personal compass

It’s a really difficult thing for people who were abused as children to grapple with.
What made us good children make us bad adults.

glumshoe:

i-will-fight-the-sun:

glumshoe:

I love how my joints just [clenches fist] communicate with each other by making repetitive clicking noises

Echolocation

doctor! doctor! I think my skeleton is made of dolphins!

ruinedchildhood:

[Retweet]

(Source: ruinedchildhood)

unorthodox-views:

ckascade:

rotg-fan-page:

xaramizomai:

hope your pets stay healthy in 2017

I almost didn’t blog this and felt guilty

Not risking it

hope ya pets even healthier in 2018

that-bitch-hanzo:

smallest-feeblest-boggart:

kingoftheunderground:

kingoftheunderground:

cakesoup:

kingoftheunderground:

kingoftheunderground:

kingoftheunderground:

kingoftheunderground:

I work at a coffee shop and have gotten all my co-workers to start calling lattes “hot milkybois”

I also got everyone to refer to the salted caramel blended drink as “the big salty” and I consider it one of my greatest accomplishments

Oh yeah and any time someone orders a hazelnut latte with almond milk (which specifically is a weirdly popular drink) I say “one HOT NUT latte coming right up!”

My coworkers have not latched on to this one like they did with the others for some reason.

I forgot to mention I also pronounce “hot chocolate” like “hot cocklate”… because I’m awful.

please give us updates

Our largest drink size is affectionately referred to as “Texas Size” so sometimes when I hand it out in the drive-thru I like to say, “Here’s that TEXAS SIZE [drink] for ya, YEEEEHAW!”

And some people look at me as though I have just made their entire day while others look like they they could not possibly get away from me soon enough. Both reactions are equally satisfying. 

I made this into a game except when I hand out the Texas-size drinks I say “Can I get a YEEHAW?” And the guests always look mortified but occasionally one of them will let out a terrified “yeehaw” and all my coworkers cheer and then we keep a running tally of how many yeehaws we each get on the back of a pastry bag.

op will not die of natural causes

That’s the most interesting comment anyone has ever left on one of my posts

teenagerposts:

When someone just repeated themselves for the third time and you still have no idea what they said

g0th-adjacent:

me, a witch: may i offer you a good vibe in this trying time?