homo-sexual underground

a very goopy "Day That Molasses Tank Exploded In Boston 107 Years Ago" day to all who celebrate

those opening remarks on the Mario trailer were really something huh

your aversion to anything earnest or sincere has affected us in the following ways 1. youre annoyinggggggg

emerges from the common cold a week later looking like ive been hit by a truck

the cici's pizza mr pibb hits different

could you make up some more words please :)

wawa gobbler

belly laughing while sloshing my chalice around in my many ringed hand

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

It’s important to add too that they have a dog who carries around a ball everywhere he goes and all he does is drop and catch it over and over and over again for hours and hours and hours non stop and he will ONLY poop near their house and ONLY when one of two specific people are watching him and he screams whenever people hug each other and hates paper towel rolls and so part of the bit is that the dog is also autistic

When we were growing up once a year we’d go on a week long road trip once a summer and every single time we’d go to the same place and stop at the same museums and the three of us who were obsessed with history and architecture would do one thing and the rest of us who were obsessed with natural history and animal facts would do another and then we’d pile back into the car to listen to the same two CD’s of My Chemical Romance or Red Hot Chili Peppers on a loop while playing The Animal Game, which is a game where everyone has to guess what animal you’re thinking of by asking ONLY yes or no questions and narrowing it down by phylum and habitat and shit, and then we’d pull in at a shitty motel where we’d put on either Shark Week, Mythbusters, or The Fireplace Channel, the latter of which we would watch together in dead silence only to cheer when The Hand appeared to toss a new log on, so in hindsight there were signs

The really unfortunate thing about mental health progress is that sometimes you realize you've made it in the form of "wow, I haven't felt this bad in a fucking while"

On the one hand it's a bit of a pick me up in a dark place to know that this will pass because it has passed before on the other hand sometimes it isn't entirely a pleasant thought to go "wow, I used to feel like this all the time. That was pretty fucking bad. It's pretty bad right now too also."

Someday your current baseline will be the sort of thing you consider A Really Bad Day. It does get better.