So what’d you do at work today?
Look how content he is.
he’s thinking about how great his arm muscles look
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no phone don’t autocorrect my i’s to capitals i need to look cool & casual for the internet
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Reversed cotton candy eating.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
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It makes me sad to see so many people here pull the depression card as if it’s some sort of trophy or something that makes you special; wearing self-harm like a badge of honour.
Because you know what? Depression isn’t like that.
Depression doesn’t make you special or unique. It doesn’t make you cute. It makes you wish you didn’t exist or that you were never born. It makes you wish that you could just vanish off the face of the Earth.
And with depression, you’re not just a little sad.
It’s like a bubble inside your chest. It’s just a little bubble at first, but it’s there. This bubble is full of sadness and hurt and anger and apathy, and sometimes guilt as well. And at first it’s just a nagging feeling that won’t go away. You don’t know what it is and you don’t know why you feel that way but then the bubble gets bigger. You still don’t know why it’s there and to be honest, very few of us ever do.
But it doesn’t stop getting bigger. It gets bigger, and bigger and bigger and you try your best to hold it in and hide it from everyone because you don’t want them to see how big your bubble has become, but then all of a sudden one day…it pops. It covers you in all those feelings it contained. It sinks deep into your skin and it stings and aches right down deep to your bones, it covers you completely and suffocates you from the inside out. You feel like you’re drowning in your own emotions and all your nerves are shot, you’re scared and you’re upset and you’re paranoid of the most ridiculous things. You try scrubbing it away but it’s so thick and it’s sticky and it just won’t go away, and as soon as you start making some headway on the process, enough that you can breathe a little, another bubble starts.
It’s just a little bubble at first, but it’s there. And it hurts.
Self harm is like trying to pop the bubble before it gets too big. But the bubble is inside you and you can’t reach it through your skin and so while it might help for a little bit, it doesn’t make it go away.
I really wanted to try painting fur BUT I CANNOT…i do not understand you, Sai. This is a wild african dog bat thing yeh..
dont-argue-with-your-serperior:
3ds more like $200 pokemon machine
