Into the Wild!
Took out my trash in the dark of 3:30am (my taxi is picking me up in an hour) and I totally know what SpongeBob went through.
Don’t make jokes about rape
Don’t make jokes about cutting
Don’t make jokes about eating disorders
Don’t make jokes about suicide
Don’t make jokes about mental illness
It’s not funny
imagine being an old-timey gangster but instead of having people murdered you had them loved. that’s pretty much my dream job now that i think about it. all sittin in bars in a pinstriped suit, being all “hey tony. see that guy over there? go take care of him, if you know what i mean.” and then tony goes and gives him a hug
we’re always smelling our upper lips
Who the fuck named the Sahara Desert anyway
Sahara is just the Arabic word for “deserts”
You fucking named it the Desert Desert
way to fucking go
explaining anxiety is the fucking worst because you feel like an idiot for being bothered by the things that bother you but it’s such an intense fear right at your core so you have to go through all of these other levels of yourself to try and get someone else to understand it