Sweet tea and some ice would be wonderful right now =_=Chocolate: Raw nuts/seeds.
Oily/Fatty Snacks: Kale, leafy greens.
Soda/Carbonated Drinks: Actual, literal bubbles.
Chips/Salty Food: Topsoil.
Cookies: Freudian psychology.
Sweet Tea: A strong Southern gentleman to take care of you.
Ice: The sweet release of death.
*pokes my responsibilities with a stick* what is this get it away from me
having people anxiety is bad because you cant have any relationships with anyone without spending all of your time consumed with thoughts like “they all hate me, they all laugh at me, they all thinl i’m annoying, everyone hates me and they don’t care about me at all”
so don’t fucking go around acting like having anxiety in social situations is cool because its not and it fucking sucks
My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.
Anonymous (via wnq-writers)
Hello Darkness my old friend
when you’re so thirsty for new fic of your OTP that you can physically feel your standards dropping
An illegal inmate tattoo reading “Katie’s Revenge” on the forehead of convicted rapist and murderer Anthony Ray Stockelman.
The tattoo was forcibly given to Stockelman while in prison by another inmate after learning that he had raped and murdered 10-year-old Katie Collman.
Please do this to every rapist with disease infected needles.
“PSA for the shy, sexually inexperienced, maybe-queer, maybe-bi, maybe-asexual ladies who send me letters about finding someone to snuggle and/or date: YOU. ARE. LEGION. You are not alone in writing a (usually beautifully written, well-spelled) note about how you are looking for someone to hang out with and maybe make out with and cuddle but without pressure or expectation of doing more. You are not alone in feeling like traditional “dating” situations and advice don’t work for you. Common worries: Too much pressure to “come out” and/or categorize yourself in some way, worried that people won’t be satisfied with what you are able to give, worried about being harassed by 10,000 creepy dudes, body image issues, shame about being a late bloomer. We’ve covered a lot of this on the site already in other threads about meeting new people and dating, but I get, easily, three or four of these specific (female, somewhere on the queer/bi/ace axis, looking for someone who will go really, really slow with sex stuff) letters per week. You are not alone! You are not alone. […] I wish you sweet blanket forts with respectful, adorable, terrifyingly amazing people like yourselves. But mostly I want you to know: You are not alone.”