Young and hoping to experience this world.
The single most toxic thing I was brought up believing is that being Adult and Responsible and Good starts with doing everything completely alone and without help
What it’s really about is learning where and when you need help, how much help you need, and knowing when to reach out and ask for the help you need to function at your ideal level
People were never meant to live alone
why was girl at school walking around with a goddamn starbucks cup wtf
and i’m not saying that bc “ughhhh girls and their starbucks”
there are no starbucks in this country…. the closest one is 220 miles away
so…. did she come back from the one…
scorpius malfoy getting sorted into gryffindor
rose weasley getting sorted into slytherin
ron and draco suffering complete mental breakdowns
why are dolls from the 1920’s-50’s always the ones that are haunted?? i wanna see a haunted anime love pillow
[/warbled demonic voice]IM NOT YOUR WAIFU, SHITLORRRDDD
Sherlock, as a kid, had a cup with a string tied to it. He’d talk into it all the time like a telephone when he was processing thoughts, or feeling something strongly. He’d feel better afterwords, almost as if he could hear someone responding when he held the cup to his ear.
As he grew older he stopped using the cup, he was already strange enough to other people and he didn’t need any more reasons to be hated or made fun of. He displaced this habit onto Billy the skull when he started living on his own, but it never had the same feeling.
One day after John moved in, he was going through some boxes to tidy up the apartment, he found the cup- Sherlock was never strong enough to actually throw it away- John smiled to himself while turning it over in his hands.
"You know, when I was a kid I used to have something like this, I," he paused to laugh at himself. "I used to have an imaginary friend who who would talk to me all the time through it, things like how he got pushed off of a looped slide for tattling on a boy in class, or when his brother locked his dog outside again."
Sherlock’s eyes widened, but he said nothing- even when John said the imaginary friend called himself ‘William H’.
Well, I got to dodge burning $300 on a fucking basic math textbook by just downloading it from the internet.
Yay for piracy.
Tumblr needs more of this….whatever this is.
Is this the same artist who made the original for this
how women actually are
OH MY GOD IF I DON’T EVER REBLOG THIS IT’S PROBABLY BECAUSE I’M DEAD
mother fuckin macys sale
No but what really bothers me about the romanticism of anxiety and social anxiety is that it makes me really embarrassed to say that I have anxiety because I sound like I’m just going along with the ‘trend’ and no one will take me seriously
protip: refer to all your mistakes as “artistic choices”
oh my god
i hate when ppl make fun of me for trying 2 be positive and spread good vibes like fuck your bitter ass i spent a good portion of my short life being bitter and angry and suicidal if i wanna shoot sunshine out of my ass then i fuckin will