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Posted on 21st Jul at 7:38 PM, with 156,791 notes

kiransingh:

the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life

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Posted on 21st Jul at 7:00 PM, with 52,252 notes
simsgonewrong:

my sim was taking photobooth photos with another girl who DIED halfway through 
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simsgonewrong:

my sim was taking photobooth photos with another girl who DIED halfway through 

Posted on 21st Jul at 11:29 AM, with 261,241 notes

gokuma:

autumnramble:

I want to die and be born again as a full hobbit.

I think hobbit metabolism work differently than human…

Gonna attempt this one day

Posted on 19th Jul at 8:13 PM, with 270,997 notes
dropdeadesu:

aragaki:

i don’t get this. why does this have so many notes. does it have to do with the type of ice cream? Napoleon ice cream? Napoleon Bonaparte? is that Napoleon Bonaparte’s hand?

nobody explain

dropdeadesu:

aragaki:

i don’t get this. why does this have so many notes. does it have to do with the type of ice cream? Napoleon ice cream? Napoleon Bonaparte? is that Napoleon Bonaparte’s hand?

nobody explain

Posted on 19th Jul at 8:13 PM, with 221,970 notes

mrgolightly:

drackiszunk:

willcub:

So many of you are too young to remember why Diana, Princess of Wales, was such a remarkable person.  She pissed off most of Buckingham Palace, was her own woman, and wasn’t afraid to get down out of the motorcade and be with the regular people.

She was a regular person, just with a title and fancy clothes.  

Among the first big “names” to visit, talk to, and even touch those dying of AIDS in English hospitals, Diana’s trademark was her ability to break down insurmountable barriers.

If she were still living I guarantee she’d be crazily bad ass.

If she were still living, she would literally be President of the World.

I remember the actual heartbreak in my family when she died. I was 5 years old and I vividly remember most people around me being heavily affected.

Posted on 19th Jul at 6:45 PM, with 4 notes
"My name is Sia Furler. I am a unicorn fart. I was born out of the butthole of a unicorn called Steve. Someday I’ll die. Between now and then I’m going to keep my shit together and sing my fucking heart out."
Sia
Posted on 19th Jul at 5:04 PM, with 1 note
Self Portrait by Roland Wakelin, 1920. Art Gallery of New South Wales.
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Self Portrait by Roland Wakelin, 1920. Art Gallery of New South Wales.

Posted on 19th Jul at 4:33 PM, with 882 notes

kilofuckface:

What an excellent day for an exorcism

Posted on 19th Jul at 10:30 AM, with 122,330 notes
straightallies:

grumpyspacetoad:

hashtagthatsreal:

weteevee:

is this how christian couples takes baths together

I don’t understand why it needs the gender colored lighting….

straight people need reassurance at every step in their lives

no homo couple’s bathtub
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straightallies:

grumpyspacetoad:

hashtagthatsreal:

weteevee:

is this how christian couples takes baths together

I don’t understand why it needs the gender colored lighting….

straight people need reassurance at every step in their lives

no homo couple’s bathtub

Posted on 19th Jul at 12:02 AM, with 1 note

I am fully aware of how ridiculous I sound.

Roll your eyes. I certainly am.

Posted on 18th Jul at 7:17 PM, with 2 notes
Anonymous asked: I really love hearing that! I've been dealing with depression and anxiety for a few years now and I first started following you because I related to you in that way but I also feel like I've been better and well, cheers! lol

You don’t have to be anonymous to admit that, pretty much 80% of people on this site have some kind of mental struggle they deal with. Also I feel like I’m shouting into the wind here. It’s weird to me that anyone would follow me tbh. Especially in the last 12 months since my blog was nothing but dick jokes, lame reblogs and sobbing rants about the futility of everything.

Anyway, I’m glad you’re better, or better-ish. Anxiety can be a bitch to shake and can confuse the sufferer into thinking it’s a natural part of their lives. But I think that’s crap. Anybody can get better, and not feel shame when relapsing which is important. But I think one of the biggest hurdles of depression is that there’s something in the human mind that requires attention, or pity, or sympathy or some kind of caring acknowledgement, so when a person receives care for depression or even simple friendly concern for their problem it releases endorphins or something. Like it feels good to be cared for. So a tiny part of you wants to hold on to this darkness of depression because it is an avenue to familial tenderness and loving care from those around you. Which is something everyone wants. I don’t know. I might be talking out of my ass here, but it seems to me that depression is the hardest mental illness (condition? state?) to shake because it has minor redemptive qualities. For some people.

I’m not an authority obviously. And my heart goes out to the people who struggle REALLY hard with crippling depression and the friends and families of people who lost the battle. But I do think that if it didn’t happen to be a disease that lends itself to the perks of hypochondria (sympathy, manipulation, the “martyr” personality) then it could be better controlled and treated.

I mean I personally have struggled with anxiety and depression, but have often wondered at what point am I genuinely feeling this way and when does it become faked? Not even for attention but to myself? Does depression encourage internal hypochondria? “Oh I have depression so every sad feeling I feel MUST be a relapse and woe is me and oh this triggers me etc etc etc but really if I wanted to I could snap out of it like I’m not catatonic get up you fucking idiot bad actor what is this 3rd grade ohhh mummy I feel sick I can’t go to school heh heh heh suckaaaa”

Sorry this isn’t even an answer to an ask I’m just ranting.

Point is: Mental illness is hard because not even you know what the fuck is going on, and your own brain, which is you, deliberately confuses you, for no reason.

Thankyou and goodnight

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