Using “she goes home to a cactus” as a way of saying her boyfriend is a prick is the most clever analogy I’ve ever heard. Ed Sheeran is QUAKING in his boots
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Using “she goes home to a cactus” as a way of saying her boyfriend is a prick is the most clever analogy I’ve ever heard. Ed Sheeran is QUAKING in his boots
tell me why this budgetless gay youtube series made for fun by a group of friends has the best editing and writing of anything i’ve watched in a year.
also tell me how this single scene can contain every single one of the top three most iconic lines in history.
Why is this the type of humor I enjoy
glamorize going to bed early, like, 8pm early
instead of making high stress levels a competition, brag about feeling whole and at peace.
make it cool as hell to take 2pm naps and go on mindful walks by yourself.
talk about mental health and normalize visits to counselors or support systems
teach kids that being different is beautiful and that it’s healthy to love what makes us who we are.
make #selflove and #selfcare the most common hashtags
@angelway
i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me
I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.
At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee
a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and whispered “count olaf”
once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”
A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.
Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.
Girls are a fucking gift don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
Why is this the type of humor I enjoy
sleepers: chapter 02
dodie n friends
you know what’s really hardcore? being true to your friends
The fact that this band exists is so meaningful in itself.
There is a boy on the drums with anxiety. He uses every drumbeat to drive away the demons in his head. He plays with ferocity yet to be rivaled by any other drummer. He’s got morning colored hair, and river shaped eyes. He is strong, and he plays the drums, and he cares for us.
There is a boy on the right side of the stage. This boy has depression. He’s got wide-open eyes, and blue thoughts that bleed into the air. He fights the monsters with this microphone that amplifies the lyrics large enough to intimidate the creatures. Like shadows on a wall, it makes them afraid. He wants us to be happy, he wants us to be alive.
There is this band. It is not confused, but it is confusing. Not everyone understands it, but that is okay. There is emotion in this band that is not afraid to hide. There is dreams that we are not afraid to dream. There is times in which this band plays, and there is red confetti in the air that reminds us to not find the red confetti in our arms. And when the red rains down, it brings us to the blueness of it all.
There is the clique. The clique is broken people, the band’s people, family. The clique is blue. This group of people hold up their hands, and scream the lyrics to the sky. They sing with reckless abandon, and instead of the world watching and judging, the world is watching and being blown away. When we sing together, we make a sound so loud the entire media stops and stares.
This band exists. That is incredible.
Mirrors live is one of my favorites by Pvris. @lynngvnn has such a powerful voice.
My God.
I’m suicidal, but i’m also a procrastinator… so it just kinda works out
Calvin is the most relatable protagonist in the history of anything.