Silver Tongue

sinistralcentaur:

kar-kat-dennings:

fmnstklljy:

markula:

millennium-lily:

iamcode:

And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.

It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
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This is actually a really good way to explain it, I think.

I WILL NEVER NOT REBLOG THIS

I’ve seen this reblogged without the original caption before and boy was i confused

Wait, this version of the post misses out what I think is the most important bit of the paragraph

“The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren’t necessarily looking for solutions. You’re maybe just looking for someone to say “sorry about how dead your fish are” or “wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though.”“

^^^^^

I Stan your johnned rose
Anonymous

almost-casey:

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thank u! he’s still a dork tho

Me: Sir, how much for the painting of the girl yelling trans rights?

Exhausted retail worker: Ma’am, thats a mirror

my reflection: TRANS RIGHTS

tateratots:
“The three G’s in Gregg stand for GAY
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tateratots:

The three G’s in Gregg stand for GAY

lesbianshepard:

Just heard a customer two aisles over go “Hey, I think this is that special glass that doesn’t shatter when you drop it” followed by the sound of shattering glass. I hate retail.

skulldog:
“ Some material studies, turned into something more. Golden bones and crystals.
”

skulldog:

Some material studies, turned into something more. Golden bones and crystals.

cowboyslovingboys:

sword-mlm:

WHO is going to have a subtextually homoerotic swordfight with me that stems from our major unresolved sexual tension

WHO will stand over me as I lay beaten in the grass, unsure if I’m dazed from my loss or your stare?

WHO will leave me with a sexy cheekbone scar that I stare at in the mirror every morning with what I claim is hatred but is actually longing?

WHERE is my sword wielding nemesis??

saheeli-rai:

xtec:

me finding out my mutual is one inch taller than me

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Put your height in the tags

Players theorizing about what their DM is planning
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