[marisatomay]

it’s yeet or be yeeten on this goddamn bitch of an earth

[khanos-deactivated20170219]

life hack: do ur readings and go to class

[rhubabby]

[aaliyahbreaux]

I don’t get why people hate immigrants so much… Like they’re literally just… People… From another location….

[bree-3po-deactivated20190814]

My partner is an immigrant from the UK and still holds his citizenship. At a recent event, an acquaintance talked about how many “immigrants” get jobs over “Canadians” and they shouldn’t allowed to be management (which my partner is). My partner reaches across the table and goes “Hi, immigrant here!” and she goes “Oh I didn’t mean immigrants like you…” And you can so tell they just mean “brown people” or “Asian people” but they pretend it’s about jobs and shit.

[justjames]

Am I depressed because I am lazy or am I lazy because I am depressed

[nickfuckface]

i’m loving all this violent response to nazis stuff that’s going around but i also want to say like be careful out there because not all nazis are fucking clowns like richard spencer. most of em carry weapons and will not hesitate to cut your ass up and leave you dying in a dumpster. if you don’t know how to fight, don’t take one on without backup. and even if you do know how to fight, watch yourself. i don’t want to see any of you getting killed

[prettykikimora-deactivated20250]

Irl these are the same ‘people’ who put up their shitty swastika stickers around towns and hide poisoned razor blades behind them so people cut themselves and get sick if they try to peel it off with their hands so don’t like underestimate what those animals are capable and what they’d be willing to do to you.

[nickfuckface]

in light of today’s events i’d like to give a glaring “fuck you” to everyone who reblogged this saying “uwu dont hurt the nazis”

[biteythevillain]

*finishes suckin a dick **crushes it against my forehead like a beer can

[millennial-review-deactivated20]

[mental-ch-illness]

shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation

[m86-deactivated20171116]

Local Girl Discovers That Wasting Money Won't Save Her From Midnight Depression

[thisiselliz]

Damn I didn’t know y'all was sad

[thisiselliz]

I thought it was just memes

[leftboob-enthusiast]

“you don’t need to be stressed!” okay but consider this: I am

[funeralfetish]

I’ll probably kill myself before 25 so appreciate me while I’m here

[mackenziesummertime]

That constant struggle between “I can’t show my symptoms or I’ll be a burden” and “why doesn’t anyone realize I’m suffering?”

[magical-agatha]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[genericbandtrash-deactivated202]

I FEEL SO ATTACKED RIGHT NOW

[inkskinned]

on a scale of one to ten how sad are you.

you almost say seven but the answer floats in your lungs like rising mud. you shift your shoulders. some part of you is already forming an excuse. that it’s not that bad sometimes. one, two, three on a day that the clouds are out. you’re just complaining about stuff. yesterday you laughed past a brick of a four, does that make the brick come down to a two-point-five.  the solid seven panic attack of last tuesday feels somehow like a little thorn, just a regular day full of a gentle three-point-nine earthquake rocking after yesterday’s close-to-an-eight. see but if tomorrow you have a real bad day, it will make today look simple.

and what if. what if tomorrow it’s a big old red eight-point-nine. like one of those days where sirens are going off in every part of you but you’re stuck behind a glass window watching it all burn down. like one of those days that your skin against the air feels foreign. like too much of everything. like sitting-in-the-shower, like can’t-eat, like the tide isn’t just coming in, it came while you were sleeping and now you’ve gotta learn how to swim. like bounce me against a bullet hole kind of day.

you keep numbers like nine and ten way out of reach. those are for the people who really are suffering. you’ve got no excuse. nine and ten are funeral numbers, for real problems, not yours, no. and sometimes you’re fine. and you’re kind of used to it. and it’s not sad, it’s just numb like a television caught on static. numb like i can’t remember if i care about this. numb like nothing works but i can’t be bothered to fix it. that’s not sad that’s every day stuff. everybody feels like this, right? feels like they’ve been shut off. right.  

maybe five. right in the middle. like not gonna shoot myself but i’m not wasting your time. a nonanswer. like could be worse could be better. like i need help but i don’t want you to worry even though i need someone to worry about me because i can’t worry about myself. maybe five. but what if five is too small. what if five is too big. what if -

“on a scale of one to ten,” he repeats into your silence, and then pauses. “and please be honest about this.”

[c-linical]

[lavendersheetmask]

someone: *is completely toxic and not worthy of my time or attention* my damaged ass: hey 💖💕💗💓💞💘