ishimaru’s dad is a cop and still alive and its simultaneously the best and saddest thing ever
"you’re obsessed with your mental illness"
i know right? it’s almost like it impacts every part of my life
"it’s all in your head"
I know right? it’s almost like it’s a mental illness
do you ever go through those phases where you just don’t feel like talking to anyone for a few days and it’s not because you’re mad or anything you just don’t feel like talking???
things to not show in school
- a pack of gum
Treat yourself the way you treat your favorite characters. Look into your back-story to understand your current plot. Sympathize with yourself. Recognize your flaws, and appreciate your strengths. Defend yourself. Cheer yourself on when you go into battle. Appreciate every relationship you make and always look for hidden potential. You’re the protagonist in your story. You’re the main character. You’re the hero.
Treat yourself like one.
u ever get in a shower that has the water pressure of someone softly crying on u
my friends sister was telling me about how in highschool a guy tried to take a picture up her skirt as she was walking up stairs and she saw, grabbed his phone, broke it in half, and handed it back to him and said “you can tell your mom why your phones broken”
for a second I forgot about flip phones and I was like how in the holy hell did she rip a phone in half
Things you are:
You are perfect.
You are unique.
You are cute.
You are pretty.
You are handsome.
You are important.
Things you’re not:
You are not fat.
You are not ugly.
You are not a disgrace.
You are not worthless.
You are not weird.
You are not annoying.
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY:
YOU ARE YOU. AND YOU ARE LOVED.
[sees a bird] holy shit
brian flounders from math class
when we were babies my dad was a stay-at-home dad while my mom kicked ass in the courtroom but he would carry my twin brother and me around with one baby on the front and one on his back in backpacks
and women would come up and look at how cute i was and coo over me and be like “awww how cute wow”
and my dad would be like, “YOU KNOW WHAT’S CUTER THAN ONE BABY”
and then he’d spin around
there was my brother
I love everything about this.
On June 3rd, 2014, the Serrano family was having difficulty with a young female family member who suffers from a mental illness and depression. Yanira Serrano-Garcia, 18, had apparently gone off of her medication and became agitated and hard to control.
“[Yanira] wanted to be normal. She wanted to stop taking her medication, and I get it. Sometimes when my feet hurt I just want to be normal. I don’t want to take pills. I get her…all we want is justice,” said a friend of Yanira’s during a community march.
“Sadly, they mistook her for something she didn’t do, and a cop decided to get his gun out when he could have gotten out his taser, his pepper spray,” she said.
“She has special needs and we just want answers,” said Yanira’s brother, Tiny Serrano. “Who are we supposed to call now when we need help when who is supposed to help us is killing our kids?”
I feel like I reblog this kind of stuff every single day… Same story, different names. And police always use the same fucking excuses because they’re trained in how to loophole the law. It’s what they do for a fucking living.
This is heart breaking.
the more I think about it, the more I realize that 2009 me would be pretty scared/intimidated by 2014 me and that’s what counts
don’t buy your girl flowers. flowers die. buy her a potted cactus