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Don’t dress up as psycho/insane/crazy killer for Halloween. Doing that will reinforce the association that mental illness and violence is related, a myth which harms mentally ill people with stigmatized disorders like schizophrenia, personality disorders and bipolar disorder every day.

And I would just like to remind everyone that mental illness is not a costume, trick or decoration!

Please do not create “asylum” themed haunted houses, do not dress or act as a mockery of someone who may have shizophrenia/OCD/trauma/self-harm tendancies/any other mental health concern, and please do not describe Halloween related things as “psycho”, “schizo” or similar words.

Please remind other people who do things like this that real people and their struggles are not a costume!

Anyone who’s ever owned a cat knows that they have thier own ways to show they love you

An often overlooked thing about Garfield is between the snark and schemes, he’s really a loving kitty

I guess these aren’t as memorable as the wackier strips

But Jon can always count on Garfield to make him smile when it really matters

And Garfield knows that Jon cares

I swear, my cat is the same way, the below picture is an accurate portrait of how it is to have a dog and cat the same time.

Theory accepted

I would die for Rowan

What the hell is Merula’s deal

Snape is a dick but what else is new

Little Fang is the cutest

The energy thing is annoying

Charlie and Tonks are in the same year as us!!

What the hell did my brother do

ignoring the fact that this is literally something out of some kind of dystopian novel, in the interests of safety i’ve emptied out my face tag and may temporarily deactivate or password protect this blog.

Let! Me! Date! Rowan!

Game: You can practice for 1 energy

Game: Or

Game: You can smile at Rowan for 3 energy

Me:

Me:

I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.

I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.

That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.

Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.

Thank you man at McDonalds.

The red four-armed lady’s name is Space Dread. She is trans and she wanted to be a juggler but grew up to be a bounty hunter/assassin instead.