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we're not kids anymore.
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@unfriendly-trender
Why is it that every time I have a breakdown on this site I get like 500 new followers but nobody cares when I’m just posting normal, nice, positive stuff?
Drama, probably... Kinda sucks that people seem to thrive off of that.
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
I WAS EXPECTING IT TO BE A REMAKE OF SOME SORT HOLY FUCK
WHO THE FUCK KEEPS BRINGING THIS BACK
reblog this because it shows up every blue moon
I FOUND IT ✊
I WAS SO SCARED IT WOULDNT BE THE ORIGINAL
Who first posted this?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO END WITH A MEME OR SOME SHIT NO IT’S THE REAL ONE OH MY GOD
Wishing I’ll do well on my finals ✨
Welcome to the graveyard. Everyone who touches this post deactivates
If I deactivate after reblogging this post, I want everyone to know that I died with honor
I was scared it was gonna be the honestuck
ITS THE REAL ONE YES
You don’t understand how long I searched for this-
@shandycandy278 here you go this is for the anon c:
FUCK YEAH ITS BACK BABY
@goswlogpncmcrfobpjstltruaqhtma42 this is your url in post format
Fuck you but you’re right
If u suffered, y'all are gonna suffer with me
Goth Gay meets Fem Gay
good news:
they’re girlfriends
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it’s kind of fun and saucy not having any kind of diagnosis on what my issue is mentally like it’s definitely not all okay up there but i don’t have a name for it so i feel like a medieval peasant plagued by a demon
it’s kind of fun and saucy not having any kind of diagnosis on what my issue is mentally like it’s definitely not all okay up there but i don’t have a name for it so i feel like a medieval peasant plagued by a demon
Like the attitude towards psychotic people never fucking changes. Everyone shouts about respecting psychotic people until someone starts having delusions on the train and people whip out their phones to film and laugh at them. Everyone starts tweeting about better mental health treatments but in the same breath will call you a crackhead for having disorganized thoughts. Everyone loves their little Shane Dawson conspiracy theories but will ostracize the people scared/paranoid they’re being watched or poisoned. It’s a miracle whenever I can confidently tell someone I have schizophrenia and they don’t recoil or distance themselves from me and it’s a blessing when I can count on someone to still want to engage in a relationship despite knowing I have schizophrenia. Nonpsychotic people don’t get it. And this absolutely doesn’t just apply to ‘neurotypical’ people. You guys wanna think you’re above them when it comes to supporting other mentally ill people but most of you just act the fucking same. Your depression isn’t saving you from being a fucking dickhead, you’re just a dickhead on Zoloft.
last bunch of crewmates and they need to get their tasks done real quick!!
magnus archives season 2
this happened to me a while ago but. i joined this game hosted by a group of people pretending to be a polycule/hivemind of dads and they kind of adopted me?? and then in the next game this happened it was very bizarre i loved it
i hope autistic lesbians have a good day. i hope lesbians with adhd have a good day. i hope lesbians with down syndrome have a good day. i hope lesbians with dyslexia have a good day. i hope lesbians with dyscalculia have a good day. i hope all neurodiverse lesbians have a good day.
Here’s the opposite story, though. With apologies because I don’t have the book in front of me, so I may get some details wrong, but I read this “Irena’s Children“ by Tilar J. Mazzeo.
Irena lived in Warsaw during the Nazi occupation, and dedicated her life to rescuing Jewish children from the Ghetto, and her story is complicated in a lot of ways but - well, this story isn’t actually about Irena, per se.
It’s about a bus driver.
It’s about a day when she’s traveling across town by bus with a very young Jewish child, and partway to their destination the child looks up and asks a question - in Yiddish. and the whole bus goes quiet, because everyone knows what that means. And Irena thinks, okay, we’re going to die here today.
And she’s running through her options - all of them bad - and suddenly the bus stops, and the bus driver announces that there’s been a mechanical failure and the bus needs to return to the depot immediately. Everyone off, please.
And she stands and goes to get off the bus and the driver says - not you two. Sit down. So she sits down as everyone else leaves, because, well, what else is she going to do? the options are all still bad, at this point.
and when the bus is empty the bus driver says,
“Where do you need to go?”
And then he drives them as close to their destination as he can, and lets them off, and drives away. And Irena lives, and the kid lives, and they never cross paths again.
So a janitor got three people killed, and a bus driver saved two lives - not to mention all the other lives indirectly saved because Irena was able to continue her work.
I think about that almost every day now, to be honest.
We can’t all be Irena. I couldn’t be Irena. She was in a unique place with very specific skills and connections that let her do what she did. I am just one mentally ill librarian. I can’t be her. But - I can be the bus driver. Or I could be the janitor. Because it doesn’t matter what your job is. It doesn’t matter who you are. In a world like this, every single one of us has the opportunity to do massive harm or massive good. We can save lives or end them.
And that’s scary. but it’s also very comforting? at least for me. Because at the end of the day it means this: no matter of how small and helpless and unimportant you feel, you’re never powerless in the face of great evil.
You can choose to be the bus driver.
I don’t usually repost things like this, but sentientcitizen’s message is a powerful one.
Reblog if you think trans women:
A. Are women
B. Can be lesbians
Reblogging every time I see this
