nuclearpiss:

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grimdarkcheesecake:

nuclearpiss:

there’s a difference between having a mental disorder and just being a typical angsty teenager. learn it.

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you’re not lelsosociallyanxious

you’re fucking 15

there is a difference between actual depression and abusing the concept of depression as a sorry excuse to blame your whiny bitchiness on.
grow the fuck up and stop doing bullshit things for attention

both of you are awesome

Though, I think it stands to be said that you can’t just say all of these people are just being overdramatic. I’ve had depression for nearly eleven years, was suicidal for most of that time, and I have a really bad social anxiety. I’m not as bad as I was then, but seeing this, if I was having an episode, I would feel even worse about myself. It wouldn’t help me. It’s certainly not helping anyone else to generalise people.

SUICIDE ALERT!

licklucifer:

http://merrmade.tumblr.com THIS GIRL IS THREATENING TO KILL HER SELF!! i just wan to ask if you can post this, because i know a large amount of people will see this… if at least some of your followers send her at least one message, i think we can show that some people care… thank you so so so much!!!!! 

REBLOG IF YOU ARE A WRITER ON TUMBLR

pimp-eridan:

IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT KIND OF WRITER YOU ARE YOU CAN BE WRITING: POEMS, FANFICS, IDK NORMAL FICS, NOVELS, SHORT STORIES, IDK ANYTHING!! JUST REBLOG!!!

It really bothers me how hard it is to type or say vulgar words for vagina, but it’s easy to for penis. Why is it so easy to say dick and cock, but I am literally flinching as I type pussy and cunt?

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sherleg:

  • because i need to occupy myself before this song is stuck in my head until i die
  • must be following sherleg
  • maybe check out my twitter
  • reblogs only, no likes
  • must reach 50 notes
  • you’ve got 2 hours
  • faves bolded
  • i swear to god this song man

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thedoctorsherlock:

thedoctorsherlock:

Bald headed yoghurt slinger aka my new favourite thing to call a penis.

My entire dash is full of bald headed yoghurt slingers having gay sex.

I WASN’T KIDDING 

thedoctorsherlock:

Bald headed yoghurt slinger aka my new favourite thing to call a penis.

My entire dash is full of bald headed yoghurt slingers having gay sex.

Bald headed yoghurt slinger aka my new favourite thing to call a penis.

Zodiac Expressions of Sadness
♈ Aries: Rage, impulsivity and failure to get worked up about the things they normally do, oppositional but with less verve and energy
♉ Taurus: Isolation, binge eating and lethargy, a sense of 'me against the world', less patience, easier to enrage
♊ Gemini: Silence, nerves, over thinking, easily distractible and seems 'elsewhere'; they are fairly intolerable to sadness they tend to detach/dissociate from feelings after a short while
♋ Cancer: Teariness, neediness, isolation, binge eating, crying after insignificant events, stomach aches, a feeling of separation from everyone around them
♌ Leo: Obvious displays of stress, they become like a wound up string and as if they are on the brink of a nervous break down. Short tempered and needy (only around close friends/family) and become martyred
♍ Virgo: Isolation, heightened compulsions (cleaning, washing hands more etc;), unresponsive in conversations, at time blunt and more oppositional
♎ Libra: General feeling of instability/moodiness, reduced urge to socialize/be with friends, hopelessness, a feeling of being disliked/rejected by everyone, you can sense them 'trying' to be happy and keep composed
♏ Scorpio: Isolation, opposition, hostility and violent mood swings. Intense melancholy with at times delusions and paranoia. Thoughts even scary to them, a sense of 'me against the world'.
♐ Sagittarius: Lethargy, escapism (substance use etc;), uncharacteristically more serious and tense, less tolerance, feelings of worry when thinking into the future
♑ Capricorn: Demotivation, lethargy, hopelessness, over thinking, they seem tense and 'overly alert', hyper vigilant, force themselves to 'go through the motions', nothing impresses them
♒ Aquarius: Uneasy, harder to 'reach'; as if they are far away. Silence, isolation, detachment, even though they try to appear happy. Distractible
♓ Pisces: Teariness, anxiety, isolation, when they feel sadness they tend to feel 'all at once', nerves, obsessive/ruminating thinking, remembering everything bad that ever happened to them, crying over insignificant events
Why you should never drunk text a Whovian.
A friend of mine randomly got a drunk text from a stranger. She then did something that has earned my respect and awe. A transcript of her conversation follows. Some of this may be familiar to you.
Warning: VERY LONG. Also, words that I don't like have been bleeped out. Use your imagination.
[Transcript] Drunk Person: "tortyly drunk riht now. straight men everwhere."
Erykah: "Oh, thank God! I finally made contact! Listen, I need your help, but you're in great danger."
DP: "ni**a say wat?"
E: "Listen, my name's the Doctor. I'm a time traveler, or I was. I'm stuck in 1969 with my friend and I need your help to get my spaceship back."
DP: "u hav a spceshit?"
E: "Yes. It's a big blue box that says 'Police Call Box' on it."
DP: "dat doesnt sound liek a spceshp. gay."
E: "Hey! Don't diss the TARDIS!"
DP: "tarsiddd???"
E: "No. TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. You see, I'm a Time Lord from ANOTHER planet called Gallifrey."
DP: "y u not there now?"
E: "Well...A long time ago, there was a war and all my people died except for me. I'm the last Time Lord. So I travel through time and space lending a hand wherever I can."
DP: "woahhhh. thats relly sad."
E: "Yes, it is. But now is no time to cry. You're in a lot of danger and you need to help me."
DP: "waot. how r u in 1996?"
E: "I'm in 1969. And it's really complicated."
DP: "oh."
E: "People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey stuff."
DP: "im cofussed."
E: "Well, try and keep up! Never mind the wibbly stuff. All that matters is that they've taken it! The angels have the phone box."
DP: "wut angels?"
E: "Have you ever seen like a statue of an angel? At a church or a cemetary or something?"
DP: "ya."
E: "Well, they're not angels. They're creatures from another worlds. Aliens like me, except they're very, very bad."
DP: "dat maeks sense. they alwys creepeed me out. i thought theyre jus statues tho."
E: "Good eye, you've got. But they're not. They're only statues when you're looking directly at them. Once you look away, they become deadly."
DP: "whaaa?"
E: "Listen, Lonely assassins, they were called. No-one knows where they came from. They're as old as the universe, or very nearly. They've survived this long as they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are quantum-locked. They don't exist when being observed. The moment they're seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice. It's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn to stone. And you can't kill a stone. Course, a stone can't kill you either. But then you turn your head away, then you blink, and oh, yes it can! Notice how they always look like they're crying in the cemetaries? They're always covering their eyes?"
DP: "dats nuts! ya, ive seen dat."
E: "There's a reason for that. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. The loneliest creatures in the universe. And I'm sorry, I am very, very sorry, it's up to you now.
DP: "but wut can i do? tis was all thrustted uopn me!"
E: "The blue box, it's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there they could feast on forever. The damage they can do can switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me!"
DP: "ahhhhhh!!! im scrrd! idk wut 2 do! im srsly gon hav a pnic attck."
E: I'm afraid I can't help you any further. I'm stuck in 1969, but I think you're clever enough to think of something. FIND THE BLUE BOX AND GET IT BACK TO ME! The angels have it and you NEED to find it or it's all going to be over."
DP: "dont go doctr! help me!11211!!"
E: "They're coming. The angels are coming for you. But listen, your life could depend on this. Don't blink! Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and don't blink! Good luck!"
DP: "ik! angels hng out in gravyards rite? ill check thar 1st."
E: "Wherever you feel the need to look. I have no idea because I'm trapped 42 years in the past. Wherever you do go, just remember DON'T BLINK."
DP: "omfg. holy shit. i'll find teh box and teh angels and ill text u wen i find it. goodbi doctr. uve liked changgged me life."
[/Transcript]
I think I did something incredibly cruel…

My friend also has a severe phobia of nuns. She can’t handle seeing them and will literally break down and cry and run away.

My friend, who is very prolife, was arguing with me about whether or not abortion was ethical. She said she graduated from high school with two kids (apparently one was conceived through rape) and she has a third kid now and she is still going to college, so every other woman should be able to endure all that stress including carrying their rapist’s child.

This was the ending of my long and very well thought out argument.

I am going to force you to get a tattoo. You can’t say no. You have no choice. You can’t cover it, get it removed, or get another tattoo drawn over it for at least nine months. That’s the way it is. That tattoo is going to be of a nun. I don’t care what you say. I am a Catholic (for the sake of the argument) and it’s my opinion that you should live your life with a nun tattooed on you. I don’t care if that tattoo scares the living hell out of you and makes you break down crying. Whether or not you have the tattoo is inconsequential to my own life, but because I can endure having a tattoo of a nun on me, you should be able to as well.

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Me describing the male sex organ when writing porn: penis, cock, dick, prick, dingaling, pecker, rod, shaft, erection, boner, hard on, fuck stick, bald headed yoghurt slinger, member, the D, man meat, dong, ect.

Me describing the female sex organ when writing porn: vagina.

That moment when you decide to try role playing a heterosexual sex scene, but then you realise you forgot how to write straight porn after all the gay smut.