bond with me jimmy

*cant handle it and goes to sleep*

The worst trick a childhood anxiety disorder pulls is, you spend your early years being applauded for being so much more mature than your peers, because you aren’t disruptive, you don’t want any kind of attention, you don’t express yourself, you keep yourself to yourself - this makes you a pleasure to have in class, etc etc - and you start to believe it’s virtue. But you’re actually way behind your peers in normal social development, and who knows if you can ever catch up.

Never heard a truer thing in my life.

this still applies yo

if it doesn’t subside and it’s not a normal thing for them, it might be more than just zoning out and you should take them to a doctor

me: [vibrating slightly because I had too much caffeine] everything in the world is my fault

[group of cavemen around a fire grunting] Me. Me. Same. Me Same. Me. Me.

one caveman reaches into the fire and burns his hand, yelping in pain. “mood”

Everybody who interacts with this post dies on impact

Me, crabwalking out of my room in search of drink at 2 am: THORSTy… THORSTY….

so who wants to be in a band whose entire aesthetic revolves around this guitar

how insidious to make young girls buy hundreds of dollars worth of makeup, to force them to read up on its theory, to make them practice it for hours in order to escape mockery, to make them feel safe only when performing this hyper femininity, and then to even have the audacity to package it in feminist language so that they firmly believe it sets them free.

who called you out on your sloppy wings

I know you probably think you’re really witty, but I just want you to know that you, and all the other people who made that joke, prove my point exactly.

yall, living in current time: *compares yourself to anime characters or some other dumb shit* me, living in 2060: you see this rock? it is me

gemsona

fuck you. fuck you fuck you. fuck y