Let’s play a game called “how many hints do I have to drop til you ask me if I’m gay”

my future kid, days before their birthday: dad please not agai–

me: you already knew this was gonna happen now shut up, he’s coming

me to my husband: yeah babe he wants another dog, I know it’s the 10th year in a row but you know I can’t say no to him

anotherdayinthe-life:

troyesivan:

its kinda scary when you waste an entire day doing nothing and time just passes

I feel personally attaked rn

fireairshadow:

person: compliments me

me, fighting through 25 layers of self hatred:………thank….you……

momweed:

Is My Anxiety Making My Stomach Sick or is My Sick Stomach Making Me Anxious: A Short Biography

failure-to-thrive-65:

so who else uses fictional universes and characters to cope with our cruel reality

#Growingupshy

tsunderetrashheap:

Teacher: Ok you will be working with partners for this activity.
Me: *panics*
Kid: Can we pick our own groups?
Teacher: No.
Me: *long internal sigh of relief*

jons:

No offense but when will a nice boy with a pretty smile and good arms carry me away from this bullshit

satanstolemyvirginity:

Actually me

nonfunctionalqueer:

12vacancies:

People always think if you want to hang out you have to DO something. Like… No.. Invite me over to your house, introduce me to your pets, give me a plate of Oreos and your wi-fi password. We can sit together in silence for HOURS.

friendship goals