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pov: you’re shopping for potatoes during the apocalypse and you see a woman with lightning titties kiss her corpse girlfriend in the produce aisle. the corpse girlfriend then starts confessing to a murder. literally what do you do with your day after that

estradiol

Imo the “bad boy who’s only nice secretly/after you get through his layers” trope in media functions as propaganda designed to get you to second guess yourself and your experiences in order to give bad men a chance. Some things need to be taken at face value and if he treats people like shit he is in fact a bad person even if he’s nice to you sometimes. Stop looking for hidden meaning and depth in his actions. He’s not misunderstood he’s just an asshole and it’s not your job to shovel through the shit to get to the disappointing “good” parts

whitepeopletwitter

despazito

musicians only Dark Millenials will remember:

cobra starship

neon trees

metro station

3OH3

taio cruz

owl city

far east movement

ne-yo

onerepublic

boys like girls

despazito

the othe genre of 2008-2010s Dark Millenial music:

lady antebellum

shinedown

daughtry

the fray

kings of leon

theory of a deadman

skillet

rob thomas

the script

thecheshirecass-deactivated2018

This is not how I wanted to find out I’m a Dark Millennial. I hate this post.

tolish-bean-blog

I am so proud of my gf! Reblog if you too are proud of your gf!

whitepeopletwitter

Somebody finally said it.

roseapprentice

One of the most useful things I’ve learned about recovering from trauma is that my decisions need to be judged according to the incomplete information that was available to me at the time.

So, say I’m deciding whether to eat chicken at a restaurant. All evidence is that it’s a good idea. I’m hungry for chicken, and I usually feel good after eating it.

I eat the chicken, and I get food poisoning. The resulting illness causes me to fall short of responsibilities, and creates numerous problems for me and the people who depend on me.

What happened?

Trauma brain says: “This happened because I am Bad At Making Decisions. If I had made The Right Decision and not eaten chicken, everything would have been fine.”

Recovery brain says, “According to the information that was available to me, the chicken was unlikely to make me sick. Eating chicken was a Good Decision with Bad Consequences. This happened to me because I had incomplete information.”

The “trauma brain” response makes all decisions really hard, because each decision involves the prospect of being judged by a future self that has more information.

“Should I buy the $2 mouse pad or the $3 mouse pad? If I buy the cheaper one and it doesn’t work well, it will be my own fault for not buying a better quality one…”

(Then I might end up paying myself $1-per-hour to agonize over which mouse pad to buy, which is probably an ACTUAL unwise course of action.)

But if I foster the “recovery brain” response, I can start to trust that my future self will judge my decisions kindly.

“If I buy the cheap mouse pad and it doesn’t work, then I only gambled $2 on it. If I buy the $3 one and even it doesn’t work, then I’ll have more closely guessed how much I need to pay for a mousepad of sufficient quality.”

And then later when the mousepad doesn’t work: “Well, that didn’t work. At least I made a decision. The outcome has given me more information about the options available to me going forward.”

(Meta level: Decisions you made prior to reading this post about how to treat yourself were probably good given the information you had access to about trauma and recovery!)

tl;dr: Bad results are not always evidence of bad decisions. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt about why you do what you do.

gfwayu

i hate how reward systems never work for me like i can’t just say “if i finish this assignment i can have a cookie” bc my brain is like “…..or u could just have one right now” and i can’t argue with that logic

truestoriesaboutme

Self-imposed deadlines don’t work either because I know the guy who set them and he’s full of shit

onlinecounsellingcollege

“Your peace is more important than driving yourself crazy trying to understand why something happened the way it did. Let it go.”

— Mandy Hale

caffeinewitchcraft

Relationships get so bananas when you start deciphering the other person’s love language.

Like I thought I was just acquaintances with this person because they never told me details about themselves and we just talked movies and writing . But then they made time to have coffee with me and they showed up out of breath because they ran. Like. RAN to be on time for coffee with me?

And I was like “i don’t mind waiting” cause I never want to run

But they said they wanted every minute they could get because I’m so busy usually

Which is when it clicked that I didn’t get how much they considered me a friend because I just straight away didn’t see MY signs of affection in them and went “cool! Casual buds it is.” But now that I’m seeing their signs of affection, I feel a little silly for dismissing them like that even though I felt like we could be best bros.

Anyway, some people show affection through time or intensity or commitment and not vocally. I really have to remember that!

i-am-verybusy

some writer snob somewhere: Do not start sentences with But or And because doing so is grammatically incorrect.

me, writing my fic: But I don’t care. And you can’t stop me.

senlinyu

To my beta’s profound dismay.

paniniville

Proper form takes a back seat to style and flow in any fictional writing. Grammar is fake; drag it into an alley and beat it until it looks right.

0utpost-alpha

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is a prime example of why Rooster Teeth no longer uploads RvB episodes to YouTube.

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when-youcant-sleepat-night

I WANT EVERYONE TO KNOW THAT MY GIRLFRIEND IS REALLY FUCKING BEAUTIFUL LIKE DROP DEAD FUCKING GORGEOUS AND I CANT DEAL

wnq-writers

“I know you’re nothing like them, you’re too thoughtful, too sensible to be like them, I don’t want you to be ashamed of yourself, being sensitive is not a curse, you have a heart, and this heart is too soft and delicate, and so you feel, you feel and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Stop hiding your true side, it’s way more beautiful than theirs, I want you to stop talking like them, and start talking like you, to stop dressing like them and start dressing like you, I want you to stop wanting to be like them and start being you. And I’m not trying to be cliché and tell you you’re perfect just the way you are or anything like that, I’m just saying that I know you have an unimaginably beautiful heart and I don’t want you to hide that just because everybody else isn’t like you. You don’t have to be like them, by any means, especially when you’re so fucking special like that.”

— @highlypoetic | Submit your writing(s) @wnq-writers

arsoniick-moved-deactivated2022

op heard there were two different pronunciations of a famous dutch impressionist painter’s last name and never settled on which pronunciation to use but gogh gogh i guess