van gogh ate yellow paint to be happy

Me: I think I don’t exist.

Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any ‘sane’ person) is normal, right?

Me: I guess he’s still my friend?

Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*

Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: I’m sorry, it’s all my fault, I’m so so so sorr-

Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.

Therapist: You went to the gaypride?

Therapist: Are you sure you’re not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?

Me: I always wondered, are you queer?

As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someone’s else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.

As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as “Therapist dad”.

Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but I’m full of anger against him.

Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you don’t offer them things all the time. You don’t have to do that.

Therapist: Why don’t you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?

Me, heavily dissociating: I don’t exist-

Therapist: You need vacations.

Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!

For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friend’s who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didn’t know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:

Me, at 2pm: I’m sorry I’m going to be late!

Therapist; What’s up with you and wanting domestic rats.

Therapist: Weed doesn’t do much on me and I must admit I’m kinda disappointed.

He’s doing fine, last time he shown me his fav pic of a red panda which is this one

Always reblog Jerome.

After months, he is, and he just told me “Haha, this is funny. I’m happy it’s helping people!”

A few years ago, when I was still in an all-girls catholic high school, one of my teachers told us in her weekly “it’s just a phase” lectures that lesbian relationships are toxic because unlike a man and a woman, two women understand each other completely, thus, making it harder for one to break up with the other, resulting in them being trapped in a lesbian relationship for the rest of their lives just because they got too cozy with having a partner that supports and cares for them.

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