Everytime I have a pretty good day, my mind just starts playing tricks on me and telling me, that everyone hates me.
Every fucking time...
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Everytime I have a pretty good day, my mind just starts playing tricks on me and telling me, that everyone hates me.
Every fucking time...
“The stone corrupts all those who wield it, it is fueled by their ambitions and dreams. So we need someone with no ambitions, no dreams, someone who doesn’t care about what the future holds for themselves. That’s why we found you.”
The first thought, in a moment like this, probably should not have been what came to your mind. Well, fuck you too, you thought, half incredulous and half apathetic. You leaned against the doorframe with one shoulder and eyed the group of three wizened people before you. Why was it always the elderly who came with big quests or brought important items that had to be hidden away?
Also, if you didn’t care about the future, didn’t that mean you didn’t care about the stone either? You might as well give it to someone else. Maybe someone better suited than you. There was this little girl across the street who had an acorn necklace and played in puddles and always sat very still until the every last stray cat felt safe enough to eat what she brought them. Maybe the stone should go to her, she at least gave a shit.
You debated arguing or refusing, but your disinterest won out in the end. “Sure,” you answered, holding out a hand for them to plop the stone into. You weren’t scared of it, especially since it looked utterly unremarkable. If you tossed it into a river, no one would be able to tell it apart from the other rocks.
The three wizened elders, apparently the smartest of their magic circle, exchanged grave looks and you waited until they were done with their silent communication and their leader stepped forward.
“We entrust you with the Stone of Possibility, never use it and always hide it,” they said, voice solemn and carrying the sort of undertone that spoke of great importance. You blinked slowly. “Give it to no one, no matter how noble their hearts, how pitiful their tale or how silver their tongue.” You couldn’t help but imagine a genderless person sticking out their tongue dripping with mercury.
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There is literally no pain like losing over 500 incognito ao3 tabs at once...
I wouldn't wish this onto my worst enemy
Fuck this one hits home.
Never being ready for your first kiss vs. Randomly making out with a girl on the stage of a party
Guess who won.
one thing about me is that if a friend of mine came to me frantically explaining that they were trapped in a time loop i would believe it no questions asked i've been waiting to be the quirky supporting character in a time loop plot my whole life i will do whatever to break that curse up to and including falling in love
“Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I’ve ever been.”
— Iain Thomas
The friend who's chronically touch-starved & the friend who uses hands as fidget toys >>>>>>>>
this is what makes us girls (decaying in our rooms fantasizing about scenarios with our non existent lovers)
i need to stop venting on tumblr dot com. the 4 likes from anime profile pics can only replace therapy for so long
So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”
To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”
I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.
Oh! I forgot to mention! I saw him at lunch the same day, and he ran up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at this super sweet girl who comes to GSA and asked if she’s gay. I told him he should ask her because that’s not my place and he said he would.
I thought that would be the end of it.
Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (she’s bi) and that both of us have a shot. I said “You more than me.” because he’s attractive and popular.
But this wholesome dumbass looked really confused and asked, “Because I’m tall?’
So this isn’t lesbian/jock solidarity but I thought you guys would want to know-
My math teacher was trying to fix the rolling whiteboard and he just offhand said “This would be easier with a wrench”
And deadass, dudebro said “Hang on” and then proceeded to pull a fucking wrench out of his backpack
Update- after school today he saw me in the library and he didn’t say anything? He just pointed at the book he was holding and I gave him a thumbs up because it’s a pretty good book, and he went “Yes!” Really quiet and pumped his fist and then left
Okay so today he asked me if I know how to help people having a panic attack and I was like yeah? And he smiled at me and then went “cool I think I’m having one”
And I was like what the fuck Colin we’re in the middle of Tech class sit down and we went out in the hall and sat there for a while and he told me about the test he’s stressed about so we kind of went over his study guide and when he was feeling better he kind of like… smacked his head against mine gently? And I helped him up even though he’s almost a foot taller than me and yeah
Today at lunch we walked to the football field and laid in the grass and I told him thank you for being my friend (because I don’t have that many) and fistbumped me and said, “You always looked so nice and chill, how could I not want to be your friend?”
And honestly y’all, I would’ve started crying if he hadn’t sneezed and accidentally smacked me
Thought you guys would want to know-
Gray is me, white is Colin. We’re idiots
I FOUND THE HIMBO POST
I HOPE YOU TWO ARE FRIENDS FOREVER BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING WHOLESOME
Parents should not be reading your journals
Parents should not be searching through your trash
Parents should not be snooping on your private social media messages
Parents should not be taking your bedroom door off
Parents should not be invading your privacy
reblogging this because when they go through my phone and find my tumblr they’ll see this
As an actual mom, I approve this message. If your parents say it’s a normal part of parenting, no. No it’s not. They are wrong.
HI LET’S SHARE NICOLE’S WORDS ON THE SUBJECT!
It has been literal years but every time I see Martin’s tweets posted somewhere and his word is shared as truth while her post is not shared it sort of reiterates the fact that we trust men to speak about feminism more than we believe women who experience it.
Interesting, innit? https://medium.com/@nickyknacks/working-while-female-59a5de3ad266
Reading her account of how their boss treated her blows me away. Men are so emboldened that they will literally admit to illegal discrimination casually and face no consequences.
In all the years of seeing this post I’ve never seen a link to her side. Didn’t even know she’d written one.
Adding screenshots of her post. His whole post is there without needing a link. Hers should be, too.
Also, she posted this is 2017! It’s fucking 2020 and I’ve seen his side of this for years, but it took 3 years for her side to make its way to my dash…
I’ve reblogged his story at least twice; it’s time for Nicole’s.
my favorite picture ever is the one that says “HELL IS FULL, BITCH” and then it has the national suicide prevention hotline on it. it makes me smile every time
THIS ONE!!!!
I wonder who made these! I have this one saved:
Chaotic Good
*slamming my fists on table* I NEED MORE!!!! MORE!!!!
If anyone has the skeleton apologizing for triggering someone, I’d like that for my collection, please.
Here!
Plus some more^^
ME ME ME
Gangster Popeye, the inventor of this style and artist behind several of these pieces (I’m not sure about all of them, though they appear to be her style) is a Salvadorean trans woman. Her Patreon is here.
What do you do, when you've just lost a friendship.
You know you've just left their place for the last time, with all of your stuff that was still at theirs.
You know you won't keep in touch because the only time you've spoken in the last year was, when figuring out a time to get your stuff.
It hurts.
But it's been hurting for a long time, so why are you suddenly so overcome with sadness and regret?
Is it because you knew it was coming, but pushed it away till the last possible minute?
You're sitting in the bus back home and you just want to cry.
Cry for the person you were before you met them; Cry for all the time you spent together and then Cry for all the time you didn't even talk to another; Cry for your unique dynamic;
Cry for all the ways they've changed without you; Cry for all the Time that's still in front of you
Without them.
All around you people,
With their own stories
With their own problems
With their own reasons to be nearly crying in a bus
You're getting a couple of weird and concerned stares
Do they know something's up?
Would they know what to do, because they've been through these situations?
The old lady sending you concerned stares departs.
Will she remember you and keep you in her thoughts or has she already forgotten you?
Your stop comes up and you leave the bus,
Will you cry as soon as you come home or Will life get in the way and your emotions will overwhelm you as soon as you leave the next friends house for the last time?
On your way home you remember that you forgot to take one last picture with them.
Well now it's to late anyway.
You're finally back home and tears actually start forming in your eyes.
Are they even thinking of you or have they already forgotten you an hour after you left their home?
You'd like to imagine the first option.
You fear it's the second one.
Well life moves on so you don't spend much time crying, and start doing the dishes.
Always wondering if you will see them again or if this was really the final time.