you ever have a piece of bread that’s so good you understand the plot of les miserables?

opposite energy from tasting turkish delights for the first time and wondering wtf was edmund on

*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,

over-explaining everything because you’re scared of not making sense or people thinking you’re stupid

the thrilling sequel: under-explaining everything because you’re afraid of being seen as a rambling mess

the stunning conclusion: wildly varying between both based off the most recent way you’ve fucked up 

Fuck you op this made coffee come out of my fucking nose it wasn’t even that funny fuck you

why my hand shaky

your skeleton is ready to hatch

this is so fucking ominous thank you

“i can’t do simple hygiene bc im depressed” that’s easy babe! just do simple hygiene

I don’t know what any of you people think professional help looks like, but when you walk in and say “i’m too depressed to do anything” they don’t just nod and say “well you’re broken forever i guess”. they don’t say “here take this pill and it’ll fix everything”. they work with you one step at a time and explain to you that you CAN in fact do simple things even though you’re depressed. it isn’t easy, but it’s not impossible, it just happens in small steps, but it isn’t getting any easier when you react to every instance of someone trying to help by refusing to listen.

The advice he gives is seriously so solid. A lot of times it’s hard to motivate yourself to do something because it seems too daunting to commit to a full routine, so doing one simple thing can help you get motivated for the next simple thing and so on and so forth. Other posters are right, therapists, at least the ones worth anything, don’t just throw pills at you and tell you you’re never going to improve oh well, they give you simple manageable tips to improve your situation.

I’m literally crying at the Donald comic.

the older I get the more dog I become

obsessed with being given affection and being told im doing a good job... losing my damn mind every time I get to go for a nice walk

TERRIFIED of the doorbell

Need a long hug

I have a very strange relationship with cereal. I'll forget it exists for months at a time, then I remember that not only does it exist, it is one of humanity's perfect foods. Then I'll eat like 4 boxes in one day before some eldritch god takes the knowledge from me again. (Probably for my own good.)

[ID: a tweet from @ westkoen that reads, “Changing ur bedsheets is a high risk commitment bc from the second u take the old ones out, u enter an almost unwinnable race against ur executive dysfunction, and any miscalculations Will result in ur sleeping on a bare ass mattress for a whole week” /end ID]

3000 notes because I wrote ‘fuck’ on an animation frame what the hell tumblr