#Bravery

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*gets asked about my future*

So i almost hit a kid with my car. I was driving through a mall parking lot and I guess the nearby school had just let out. Anyways this kid darts in front of my car and i slam on my breaks. And he dabs. This fucking kids automatic response to almost getting hit by my car was to just fucking dab. His last moments would have been a sick ass dab. It was an out of body experience.

This is Gen Z culture

The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you don’t have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether that’s in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes you think you aren’t good enough for any of that.

“It’s not the illness,” it says, “You feel this way because it’s who you are.”

“Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.”

Me: I can’t get out of bed today, what is wrong with me. I’m so lazy and terrible and I am a huge flake and there has got to be something wrong with me. My brain: There is no war in Ba Sing Se.

you know these moments when a friend just casually says something that validates your friendship, like just refers to something as “our place” or “our thing” and suddenly your heart is auditioning for Cirque du Soleil and days later you’re still thinking about it

god today i ID’d an old dude buyin booze and he pulled out a fake ID with an elvis pic, then laughed and pulled out a matching one but with curly from three stooges on it, and im like okay please and he finally pulled out his real license and his legal name was steve sinner

that was the devil

I want to make you happy and kiss you a lot.

wow…

i don’t understand the point of having sad endings in fanfiction??? like, if i wanted to cry about tragedies in life i’d do some mcfreaking self reflecting instead 

even if my titties aren’t physically out, they’re spiritually out, and that’s what matters

Out of all the 1d lies the “we’re going on a lads holiday” is the one that hurts the most

friend: i love to read!

me: me too!!

friend: oh really? what do you like reading? :)

me:

lesbians! talk to your crush!

honestly tho like this is valid advice bc even if she’s straight or not into you, just talking (not necessarily flirting) will just make it easier the next time you crush on someone. even if this crush doesn’t work out you’ll have experience and you’ll feel more comfortable and confident (not to mention your current crush can also become a new friend if they aren’t one already). the only way you’re going to learn to communicate effectively is if you start communicating

wow this is like genuinely very encouraging thank you

hey no problem! i know how hard it is but it’s worth it

The worst trick a childhood anxiety disorder pulls is, you spend your early years being applauded for being so much more mature than your peers, because you aren’t disruptive, you don’t want any kind of attention, you don’t express yourself, you keep yourself to yourself - this makes you a pleasure to have in class, etc etc - and you start to believe it’s virtue. But you’re actually way behind your peers in normal social development, and who knows if you can ever catch up.

Never heard a truer thing in my life.

holy shit wait you mean being just morbidly terrified of doing anything wrong ISN’T necessarily the same as being “well behaved?!”

Convenient children =/= healthy children

Convenient children do not equal healthy children

TEACHER: This line goes in One Direction!

TEACHER: Solve exercise 1D as homework!

TEACHER: The answer to question 1 is D!

ME:

remember when lol meant “laughing out loud” instead of “this is to indicate that this brief text isn’t hostile”

HARRY BIRTHDAY HAPPY STYLES