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rendzina:

over coffee with my mom this morning: “sometimes we hesitate to invite people into our life because we feel like our space isn’t good enough yet. things are a little messy, or our place settings don’t match, or our situation isn’t quite what we want it to be. don’t let that stop you. invite people in anyway.”

paper-mario-wiki:

paper-mario-wiki:

NORMALIZE the thing that looks like an old man living in your basement

DESTIGMATIZE the act of closing your vent to stop his dry whispering– which you cannot tell whether it is random or directed at you– from reaching you

ROMANTICIZE the idea of counting the number of stairs he climbs each night and praying he never makes it to the top

GUYS THIS IS SO IMPORTANT

we HAVE to let people know its okay to experience:

  • being repulsed by the putrid smell of his bile
  • feeling sick when seeing your grandparents because of the thing in your basement
  • locking your bedroom door even though you know it wouldnt be enough to stop him
  • letting your faucets run for a few seconds every morning because ever since he arrived more and more of your tap water had come out black as ink
  • knowing exactly what he looks like even though the only time you ever saw him was your first encounter with him at your uncle’s funeral when you were 6
  • questioning why youre the only one who remembers your dog
  • why cant anyone else remember your dog
  • what happened to your dog
  • oh my god i can still hear him whimpering downstairs some nights
  • i dont know if its actually him or just that thing taunting me

trashboat:

vagisodium:

my solution to a terrible party is making grilled cheese. i was at this awful party one time so i went to the kitchen and just started grilling cheeses and everybody at the party was like “check it out this guy is grilling cheese” and i made everybody a grilled cheese. the party was good after that

this is the most casual post i’ve made ever so why is it being treated like a scorching hot take and also why am i seeing this on my dash

cishetsbeingcishet:

cishetsbeingcishet:

full offense but we will rock you by queen is 10000% a gay rights anthem and straight people dont have any rights to the song sorry :/

“Buddy, you’re a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place”

like how can u hear that verse and think its a song for hetties idk how much more obvious it can be :/ :/ :/

me-sorta:

malka-nediva:

catholicorprotestant:

silverhawk:

silverhawk:

silverhawk:

silent lunches were so….weird. like the entire cafeteria was expected to be quiet and it usually was a punishment for something super dumb tbh like i remember a bunch of kids popped plastic bags one day so we got silent lunch for a week and everyone was just….sitting there all quiet. it was duuuumb

the only funny part tho was sitting around ur friends and all of u trying VERY VERY HARD not to laugh when someone makes a face or something like that, or trying to sneak into the bathroom so u can talk…even then tho fuck silent lunches

ppl keep going “what the FUCK is a silent lunch why would schools have that” and im like. genuinely so forgetful abt the fact that silent lunches are one of those american public school things that literally dont make any sense

My school would make you sit in alphabetical order…

yeah we got assigned seats at lunch in middle school :/

in elementary school if we got too loud they’d turn most of the lights off and we had to be quiet when the lights were off so we’d have quiet lunch

in kindergarten if we got too loud we had to put our heads down

sailor-slam-dunk:

no offense but how come none of y’all can just like or dislike something normally. it’s always gotta be “this is literally fucking flawless and pure” or “this is shit and you’re an immoral person for liking it” it’s so. Uncomfortable