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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Pokemon Valentines
your 20's be like
me: nvm I’m totally nailing this adult thing
*new problem appears*
me: W H A T IN T H E F U C K
GENDER IS A PRISON AND I CHEWED THROUGH THE BARS!!!!!!!!!!!!
they don’t tell you what anxious impulsivity looks like.
when people imagine anxiety, they always imagine risk averse behavior. you overthink, you’re deliberate, your thinking is catastrophic, and you’re always thinking through seventeen possible scenarios in which things can go wrong.
but sometimes you’re so anxious and things feel so horrible that you do things without thinking because you want the bad feelings to stop. you say something stupid in a group chat, so you immediately leave all of your servers and block your friends so that you don’t have to see the aftermath. you’re unsure about your relationship, so you break up with your partner out of nowhere or you wake up one morning and just decide to ghost them so you don’t have to deal with it anymore. you’re uncomfortable at a party with people you don’t know, so you run outside and take the train home at 3am without realizing how dangerous that is because you just need to leave.
your anxiety can get so bad that, in an attempt to feel safe and secure, you can’t predict what you’ll do next.
im a bar of soap and God is an instagram girl with acrylic nails and a box cutter
is it scurvy? is it lead? is it tuberculosis? is it the crippling loneliness? who knows we’re all dying
millennial burnout or doomed victorian arctic expedition
Ah yes, the sexualities: straight, confused, i don’t have to tell you, what are you, a cop? Fuck off, and More ™
the 5 stages of realizing you’re not straight
spring
go to the grocery store at 11 at night with your close friends. buy them flowers and black cherry soda and then sit in the backseat of your car under blankets in silence. fall in love with them. fall in love with a Moment you cannot return to. go to the library and give back that book you cant finish. you dont have to. you know how it ends
just found out today that moths can make their genitals vibrate to throw off a bat’s sonar
we can too you’re just not skilled yet
Me helicoptering my dick so the cops can’t triangulate my cellphone signal
Well dip me in hair dye and call me an SJW
i painted mothman in domestic bliss
[and i have prints and stickers of this painting available on my society6 :-) ]
im what the victorians would call a “vile, ill-tempered and thoroughly wretched little creature”
sometimes self care is saying “this is stupid” and closing the tab
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@scratchoffticket im sorry but this is the funniest fucking thing anyone has added to this post thank you addfahdufkgsag
being on the edge of ‘functional’ is such a fucking liminal place of existing
like, can I go to work every day and earn a paycheck? yeh. Can I sustain a small circle of friends and go on a few dates every few months? pretty much. can I feed myself and get a passable amount of sleep? most the time
is my apartment absolutely littered with laundry and trash? yes as well. Have a done dishes in the last week? nope. have I been 10-30 minutes late to almost every engagement in the last year? yep. have I forgotten to shower for 4-5 days, like every other week? yeehaw
I know people look at me and are like, ‘God, she has her shit together, God I wish I could do that,’ but I’m sitting here feeling like an anxiety disaster half-person
like, we just settle for ‘passable,’ ‘almost functional,’ ‘the bare minimum of okay’ and then it’s a constant treadmill to always be a tiny bit above the curb