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they call me car door because i dented my bones
You get to a point of being severely depressed and slightly suicidal where your loved ones start treating you like the elderly family dog everyone thinks might die at anytime. Wanna go for a walk, pal? No? Okay. 😔 You’ve been napping for a while, just wanted to check in on you. Just noticed you didn’t finish your dinner, buddy, you okay? And I’m glad that there are people who love me and care about me but they’re making me feel like a 13 year old yellow lab with arthritis and a mysterious lump.
I feel like the alternative is
mom vs. dad reaction
everyday i mourn that my parents did not make me study five languages during my critical window of language acquisition (2 to 7 years)
embarrassment is the cost of entry.
if you aren't willing to look like a foolish beginner, you'll never become a graceful master.
getting rocks thrown at you until you die is just part of the process. you can walk it off
SWEET MOTHER, I CANNOT WEAVE. SLENDER APHRODITE HAS OVERCOME ME WITH LONGING FOR A TACO BELL CRUNCH WRAP SUPREME
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american followers how correct am i
The ancient texts were true… They DO have a reaction image for everything…
I could be your mutual. any one of you. out there.
but i Do.
ISSUE 1411: liaison
18 june 2026
the bad thing about having unhealthy habits due to mental illness, is when you DO do something healthy style you can't brag about about it because then people will then know you've been doing it yucky style all along. Like you can't brag you changed your sheets or brushed your teeth because then ppl will be like oh did you not brush your teeth regularly before? Thats yucky disgusting! So you just gotta keep it to yourself. And be proud alone, I suppose.
And that's why we have the hellsite (affectionate)
I am proud of you. Changing sheets is annoying and hard. I struggle with brushing. Showering requires SO MUCH ENERGY, my god. Bonus kudos if you ate a vegetable today, get those vitamines.
I may be just a random voice on the internet. But from the bottom of my heart, if you accomplished something today despite poor mental health, no matter how "small" - I am proud of you. You are allowed to brag in my inbox. Go you.
it still makes me go insane that somehow no social media site bothers to implement interleaved text and images. Fediverse cannot support it broadly, Bluesky can't handle it, Facebook can't do it, Twitter can't do it, fucking, LinkedIn doesn't do this, somehow only Tumblr has this, and it barely even counts as a popular social media site.
well you see we're the new pdf
when I was in high school I had a literature teacher who had a policy of unlimited extra credit. All you had to do was read a book by a notable author (his discretion) and have a little chat with him after school to prove that you read it. No limits, no need for variety (one month I decided I really loved Kurt Vonnegut and just read everything of his I could get my hands on).
Yes, I was tearing through books constantly, and talking to this teacher at least weekly. Because even though I always loved reading as a kid, literature was always a very weak subject for me in terms of a teaching-to-standardized-test school setting (I just do awful on "what color were the curtains" type multiple choice questions. Those details don't stick in my memory THEY JUST DON'T). But that didn't matter for this class. I could just read my way out of any bad test score. I have always had fond memories of how I "fudged" my way through that class and "abused' the extra credit policy.
I was thinking about it again today, and only just now realized that he absolutely tricked me into being well-read, while my teenage self thought I was totally getting away with something. THAT MOTHERFUCKER. I hope he's doing well.