Jolly's Stupid House of Dumb Nonsense

the sweetest girls in all of existence are made to think they're horrifying monsters, it's so fucked.

It's seriously fucked up that there's no way to speak frankly with a professional about suicidal thoughts without the looming threat of involuntary institutionalization and, by extension, psychiatric abuse. How, exactly, are suicidal people supposed to be aided in not feeling suicidal if they aren't allowed to safely express it through what are supposed to be the appropriate channels?

i'm still losing my mind over this, that is EXACTLY what the weed store in Splatoon would sound like.

i mean this in the nicest way possible but some of you need to learn how to be annoyed