change my mind lads

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

I feel this in my SOUL.

Every fucking week when it’s time to go grocery shopping my wife and I are like “what should we cook this week” and immediately forget every food we have ever enjoyed.

here’s the thing about adulthood-

you will go for like three months with nothing happening and you’re bored as hell and then in the span of two weeks eight different things happen at once - some fantastic and some shitty and some just plain bonkers - and you’re just running around like a chicken with your head cut off and no clue what the fuck is going on

It’s totally okay to say “you know what, this isn’t making me happy” and to walk away from whatever or whoever is keeping you from the happiness you deserve

Me, justifying skipping my 8am lecture to sleep

This is what I’ve been saying.

when my mom says that I lie in bed too much and do nothing at all

I dont even need the “binky fucks my mom now” edit the originals are so much funnier

scrolled through the tags and saw that a lot of people weren’t blessed enough to see the edits

here it is, in all its Glory

My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.

I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”

He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral

And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it

I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning

goofy ass bitch

meirl

roaring 20s? no, snoring 20s. everyone go take a nap.