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teaboot

just once in my life i wanna get up in the morning without going through the full seven stages of grief first

troubled-little-loner

What are the extra two?

teaboot

Denial 2 and Astral Projection

hilarioushumorfromouterspace

valtsv

if a hot evil villain tried to seduce me to the dark side i would simply say fuck yes

valtsv

rip to all of you but im gonna get it

me----irl

Reblog if you think the person you reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

vergak

smallrat36wagon-deactivated2021

maybe a soda lol who knows!

killself-deactivated20120518

REMEMBER WHEN THEY TOLD US NOT TO SPEAK TO STRANGERS ON THE INTERNET

valtsv

im majoring in dumbass and my GPA is -4.0

australiansanta

why do babies need twice as much sleep as us like they literally do nothing all day shouldn’t it be the other way around fuck babies

pirategf

always shocked that people are like "aah i have no one who wants to see this movie with me so i guess i'm not seeing it :/" like may i change your life with 3 simple steps: 1. go to the cinema 2. buy a ticket 3. see the movie

coldwinecoldshoulder

Always shocked when people haven’t heard of anxiety. Two simple steps, assume everyone hates you and assume everyone is judging you.

pirategf

i have a very bad general anxiety disorder and i am a shy person on top of it. when i was a teenager social situations used to stress me out a lot more than they do now though, and i have to say that doing things alone is a great part of what continues to help me realize that no one gives a fuck about what i do and that even if they do, so what?

and going to the cinema alone is the easiest way to challenge the social kind of anxiety in my opinion. because 1. minimum social interactions, 2. you’re completely in the dark and no one can see you for a great part of the whole thing, 3. hopefully the movie is good and you’re distracted and having a good time. you just have to go there, buy a ticket (which you can often do on a machine anyway) and then the only person you have to talk to is the person who checks your ticket, and all you have to do is smile and say hello and thank you. you might feel a bit embarrassed at first while waiting for the movie to start but idk, i just do shit on my phone and before i know it the lights are going off. & by the 3rd time i went to the cinema alone i just didn’t care anymore because i had noticed that there’s a lot more people who are also there alone than i thought and also no one had ever pointed me out and yelled “this person is here alone!” or even looked at me weirdly, so.

now i actually feel much less anxious when i do stuff alone because nothing is expected of me. if i’m stressed and want to leave i can because there’s no one i owe an explanation to (not that this has happened, but it’s a freeing thought.)

we all hate hearing it but unfortunately the mental health professionals are right and you do have to challenge your anxiety. i’m not saying that to tell you personally that you should go to the cinema alone, but please just don’t assume that i don’t know what anxiety feels like. this post was just about people who are sad they can’t see a movie because their friends don’t care about it and think it’s not socially acceptable to go to the cinema by yourself and therefore just don’t see the thing they were so excited about.

melonmemes

kaleighfratkins

sex is not supposed to be about what you can tolerate!!!!! sex is supposed to be about what you genuinely want and enjoy!!!!! and if you’re traumatized and/or not straight, believe me, I know it’s not that simple to figure out what it is that you actually want and enjoy.

you’re not a bad person if you do something that you don’t particularly enjoy because, for example, it makes your partner happy, but always remember: you have no obligation to engage in sexual activities that you don’t fully like and enjoy.

and you don’t ever, ever need to justify that - if your partner has an issue with “It makes me kind of uncomfortable” or “I don’t really like it”, then that person does not deserve a moment of your time, in or outside of the bedroom. you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone; you don’t have to meet anyone’s standards of acceptable vs. unacceptable activity (or lack thereof); you don’t have to force yourself to be comfortable with something because of any perceived political connotations of performing or refusing that act.

saying yes because you feel guilty about saying no is not consent. saying yes because you’re scared of what will happen if you say no is not consent. saying yes because you figure you might as well just endure it is not consent. sex ed on here and elsewhere doesn’t give a single shit about traumatized people and I wish someone had told me all of this a lot sooner.

josieandthepussycatsofficial

also sex should never be part of any transaction. i’ve seen posts talking about asexuality that say, “i have sex with him and he does laundry, like any other division of chores.” sex should never be a chore or some kind of necessary labor you grit your teeth through. doing dishes is necessary, sex is not

bastille

Why the fuck would you go big when u can go home

timeplayer-moved

Do you ever wish you could go "💕💞💗❤💗💞💞💕💖💗💓💓" but verbally?

origamiscribbles-blog

morph : not done.

me : ooo okay

morph : not done

me : nice

morph : not done

me : ok

morph :

Josh Dun

me : FUCK YEAH!! THAT’S A FUNKY DUDE!!!!! WOOOOO YEAH JOSH DUN

coolsaddad-blog

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

feels-for-the-fictional

I have been waiting for this post all my life.

marzipanandminutiae

They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.

Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”

A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.

So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?

ineptshieldmaid

My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;

Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.

The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.

By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree

Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved

For only the emperor!

The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century

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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long

Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.

The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue

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squeeful

While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.

But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.