Sarcastic Enjoyment

Personal blog of all things super heros, NFL, NHL, Sherlocked, ponies, xbox, and stuff and things! I love road trips and cars and all things travel-vintage. ESTP: Sanguine, reporting in!

[mypsychology]

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[scar-the-lion-king]

“I am the king.”

“I can do whatever I want.”

[greatwhiteprivilege]

[firefoxed]

why would a candle thats already lit want to be with a match

[balkanbruiser]

also her being lit is going to eventually melt her and reduce her to nothing match guy is an abusive sadboy who thinks he’s the victim when candlegirl just wants someone who will keep her alive

[greatwhiteprivilege]

im here for this analysis

[depressionhope]

If you suffer from depression, there’s always hope!

[accordingtodevin]

Seriously.  Webtoon Instagram Facebook

[revieloutionne]

[buymepants]

same

[thebootydiaries]

Tears fill my eyes as I read the words on my screen. The world seems to stop spinning for the slightest second as I re-read the anonymous message over and over again, gripping on to the hope that the words will magically disappear. But they didn’t. Anon had done it; they’d figured out that the only way to make me take off my hijab was to call my hair ugly. My one weakness.

A tear streams down my left cheek.

Eight years of academy hijab training…wasted. I had to prove this extremely relevant and good-looking anonymous person wrong, I cared too much about what they thought. How could I live my life knowing that there is one person out there who thinks probably my hair is ugly maybe? How could I look myself in the mirror? How could I face my family? My shoulders shook as I cried silently, and my chair squeaked ever so slightly at the vibrations; as if it, too, was crying in sorrow.

It wasn’t until that moment that the second part of the message dawned on me… how would I prove them wrong without breaking the rules? Was it really against the rules? I reach into my hijab and pull out a scroll. At the very top, in cursive jet-black inked letters, the word ‘Rules’ stares back at me. My heart is racing as my eyes frantically read the scroll.

‘Rule #1: no killing people,’ it reads. I let out a whimper. There go my evening plans. 

Suddenly, my eye catches the next words. The scroll is rustling in my trembling hands as I turn my face away, tears spraying out of my eyes like the spit of a white person as they try to justify racism. The cursive words felt more like a curse of words, vivid and refusing to disappear as if I were still staring at them even through my closed eyes.

Rule #2: don’t show ur hair girl it’s ugly lmaooooo

[betterskatethannever]

Karl Fredrik Førli // @kf3hunna

[djlegz]

Haemish is a furry now.

[cerastes]

[lifeinpoetry]

To love me is to love a haunted house— it’s fun to visit once a year, but no one wants to live there.

Brenna Twohy, from “Anxiety: A Ghost Story,” Forgive Me My Salt (via lifeinpoetry)

[reserve]

[spookyabuki]

What a fine day! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.

Anton Chekhov (via spookyabuki)

[evelyncoconnell-deactivated2017]

STAR WARS France/Spain/Italy/Germany/Brazil: Guys, The Last Jedi will be in PLURAL :)

INTERNET: ????????? WHO CAN BE???? It’s just about Luke and Rey, right????

ME:

[anachronisticfairytales]

In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

Charles Baudelaire, from ‘Les Fleurs Du Mal’ (via loveage-moondream)

[elasticitymudflap]

even if its shopped this is such a cursed image Jesus…

[elasticitymudflap]

just for Shits i entered in the tank dimensions and stock to aq advisor…

its So Fucked omg

[saundering-deactivated20180828]

that seems like the coolest program, I have to check it out

[elasticitymudflap]

AQ Advisor is REALLY GOOD and it’s definitely an essential tool for anyone who keeps fish!!

[desperadore]

alternative depression tips for when you read the ‘depression tips’ post and laugh hollowly, bc only in your fondest dreams could you manage to do any of those things

dry shampoo and face wipes are your friend. if you can brush your teeth you’ll feel maybe 2% less disgusting. wash your hands.

smelling nice is gr9, rubbing moisturiser in is Exhausting. perfume, scented candles and linen sprays are way quicker.

try to change your clothes at least every other day. wear sweats or pjs as often as you physically can.

you don’t need to put on underwear if you’re not leaving the house (that goes double for bras and binders)

drink any water that hasn’t been sitting out on your desk for a week. dust doesn’t taste good. stay hydrated. I fill one of those 2 litre bottles in the morning and keep it with me so I don’t have to get up and walk to the sink.

re: cleaning, try and keep one room vaguely clean. if everywhere else is a shit hole that’s fine, but you can go sit in your one tidy space and chill for a bit. it’s fine if that’s the bathroom or just the corner of your bedroom where there’s no crap on the floor. find a tiny space that isn’t horrifying and sit in it.

music helps.

eat a thing. +5 points if it has a fresh fruit or vegetable in it. take out is acceptable if it comes with veggies.

if your creativity curled up and died a long time ago try and find something that at least reminds you what it was like to feel inspired. watch a film, look at some art (probably not your own), read a thing. if that makes you feel worse, just?? don’t think about it??

grounding yourself is actually really helpful. open the window and breathe for 2 minutes. lay down on the floor and feel your whole body (unless you don’t want to in which case: lay down and don’t feel anything except the floor) 

human interaction is Good. text a family member you don’t hate if you have one. message a friend. reply to someone’s personal post with ‘SAME’. make your own personal post asking the void for validation. stare out the window at people and remind yourself that life exists outside of the black space inside your head. whatever works.

pets are amazing, agreed. watch some funny animal vines if you don’t have one.