GIRLS ACTUALLY DO THIS
WHEN WE GET REALLY HAPPY LIKE THAT
AND CANT STAY STILL
AND GET A LIL BIT EMBARRASSED ABT IT
BOYS DO IT TOO
I CAN CONFIRM
ya i do this
mm this movie is really creepy but
"She’s very quiet and sort of does her own thing. She’s not a cheerleader, and she’s not out partying every weekend when her friends’ parents are out of town. On one hand, it makes her a very easy child to raise. But on the other hand, I sometimes worry about her fitting in."
i don’t normally post porn sorry
I do, and this is much better.
I come home from a six hour drive from Los Angeles back to my house and im fuckin hungry so im gonna make a quesadilla right and i sprinkle the fucking cheese on the tortilla right and i put it in the microwave except the microwaAVE ISNT THERE. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MICROWAVE WHERE THE FUCK IS IT SOMEONEN STOLE MY GODDAMNED MICROWAVE WHILE I WAS VACATIONING. MY TV IS STILL HERE EVERYTHING IS STILL HERE THEY STOLE MY GOIDAMNED MICROWVAE. ITS FUCKING GONE WHAT THE HELL I JUST WANT A GODAMNED MOTHEFUCKING QUESADILLA
Don’t ever try to play that “I have it worse than you do” game with people. Don’t ever try to minimize someone else’s problems or invalidate their feelings just because you or someone else may have it worse. To imply that their problems “aren’t that bad” or their feelings are “irrational” is very insulting and unnecessarily rude. That’s an insensitive, inconsiderate and horrible thing to do to someone. Don’t be that jackass.
its kinda scary how your whole life depends on how well you do as a teenager
break your arm
just break your fucking arm you piece of shit
Oh god thank fucking christ.
I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.
so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!
Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done
The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.
Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.
I always think I should jump with my bike into oncoming traffic.
Sometimes I just think “what if I jump onto the train tracks?” But then I consider the delays it would cause and I’m like “NYC transit already sucks, I don’t need to ruin anymore lives.”
"But what a lot of parents don’t realize is that when they’re openly worrying about bills within earshot of their children, the kids worry, too. When they hit a certain age, they start to make sacrifices on the family’s behalf, and they feel guilt for the rare small luxuries they’re allowed."-
Which is why I now pay my sister’s living expenses and my own so our mother only has to worry about herself.
Literally the reason I do the things I do.
Could not be any more true! I always worried about money since I was a kid. My parents would say, don’t worry what do you want to eat, buy, etc but I couldn’t answer because I knew they needed the money to pay bills, so I never asked for anything.