jortsbian:

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i went nonverbal, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy… until. he tried to ask me “you okay?” but the way he chose to do that was by sending “👉🏼👌🏼❓” and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

bakwaaas:

there is a deep pathological sadness and loneliness you just can’t shake off that comes from having a traumatic childhood and broken family which I still haven’t come to terms with

stuckinapril:

“you should be at the club” Brother I should literally be sent to the seaside for my health

cheruib:

that comment about how you should not borrow grief from the future has saved me multiple times from spiraling into an inescapable state of anxiety. like every time i find myself thinking about how something in the future could go wrong i remember that comment and i think to myself: well i never know, it might get better. it might not even happen the way i think it will and if it does happen and it is sad and bad ill be sad about it then, when it happens. and it’s somehow soo freeing

brndnslvra:

understand the role you play in your own suffering

marxism-transgenderism:

I know it’s an issue that boys are not taught emotional maturity amd women are expected to take care of them but please do not think that therefore it must be true that women ARE taught emotional maturity. Like please take a look at all of our mothers and tell me you honest to god believe that

stuckinapril:

I hate it when people are like “get out of your comfort zone” literally every single thing I do in my life feels like me getting out of my comfort zone

homunculus-argument:

Altogether, I really like the way americans say “can I help you?” as a polite general one-size-fits-all stand-in for “who the fuck are you/what the fuck are you doing here/how the fuck did you get in here/what the fuck are you staring at/what is your fucking problem.” Such a polite way of going “bitch what the fuck.”