saturninefeline:
“ ultimate-science-nerd:
“ positivelyqueerace:
“ dreamsrainandwitchythings:
“ intp-again:
“ muslimintp-1999-girl:
“ asexualchristian:
“ mentalmentalhealth:
“ girlwhorpsalot:
“ I needed this.
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Thank you to all the people who posted...

saturninefeline:

ultimate-science-nerd:

positivelyqueerace:

dreamsrainandwitchythings:

intp-again:

muslimintp-1999-girl:

asexualchristian:

mentalmentalhealth:

girlwhorpsalot:

I needed this.

Thank you to all the people who posted this so I ended up seeing it. I really needed this right now. Thank you!

Yeah… Not gonna lie… I cried…

We need more people like this

Goddamn it stop making me feel human

The therapist I wanna be.

Text in the image:

“I’m a therapist and keep this poster in my waiting room, apparently it’s saved a few lives.”

I don’t like the phrase “a cry for help.” I just don’t like how it sounds. When somebody says to me, “I’m thinking about suicide. I have a plan: I just need a reason not to do it,” the last thing I see is helplessness.

I think your depression has been beating you up for years. It’s called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. You don’t see any good in yourself, and you don’t have any hope.

But still here you are: you’ve come over to me, banged on my door and said, “HEY! Staying alive is REALLY HARD right now! Just give me something to fight with! I don’t care if it’s a stick! Give me a stick and I can stay alive!”

How is that helpless? I think that’s incredible. You’re like a marine: trapped for years behind enemy lines. Your gun has been taken away, you’re out of ammo, you’re malnourished, and you’ve probably caught some kind of jungle virus that’s making you hallucinate giant spiders.

And you’re still just going, “GIVE ME A STICK. I’M NOT DYING OUT HERE.”
“A cry for help” makes it sound like I’m supposed to take pity on you, but you don’t need my pity. This isn’t pathetic. This is the will to survive. This is how humans lived long enough to become the dominant species.

With NO hope, running on NOTHING, you’re ready to cut through a hundred miles of hostile jungle with nothing but a stick, if that’s what it takes to get to safety.

All I’m doing is handing out sticks.

You’re the one saying alive.

I legit cried at this. I’ve needed to hear it put this way. Bless this post.

Boggle the Owl is a great comfort.

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Zillenial things

someoneintheshadow456:

strawberry-crocodile:

  • Being young enough for Minecraft but too old for Fortnite
  • Being alive for 9/11 but not remembering it at all cuz you were like 2
  • Seeing reruns of 90s shows when you were really little but being to young to really remember them
  • Feeling betrayed by Butch Hartman
  • Listening to the bops of ~2009-2012 in middle school gym class
  • Growing up through the transition from clunky PCs for nerds and flip phones to smartphones and sleek and easy laptops
  • Pictochat
  • Being called a millenial by baby boomers and Gen Z by millenials

1994-2002 generation put your hands up

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the-wasp:

The Hunger Games (2012) // Catching Fire (2013)

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captainpoe:

Chadwick Boseman showing how to do Endgame press.

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odinsblog:

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I am asking other men to please pay attention to this. Sexual predators and airplane creeps, a thread: https://twitter.com/joannachiu/status/1110079640998023168?s=21

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umbrellasource:

She’s suffered a severe laceration to her larynx…

(via maskedtears)



denisvileneuve:

The Good Place is gold and everyone should watch it.

(via bob-belcher)


themortaltextposts:

Sir, that’s my emotional support Jem.

-Will to the Silent Brother who told him to stop stealing Brother Zacharia


samalsoblogs:

riverselkie:

i want to run away…but like in ghibli movie. like i take a block of cheese a loaf of bread and some apples and wander through the flower-specked mountains wrapped up in a shawl and i happen to wander into a moving castle and fall in love with a cute wizard

me (deep in the woods, dragging dufflebag of Kraft Singles™  and hopelessly lost): where’s totoro

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whatevercomestomymind:

stuff-n-n0nsense:

assasue:

saxifraga-x-urbium:

systlin:

Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them. 

Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.” 

“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”

Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”

It’s just. 

50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job. 

i also like that this is a “ask craftspeople” thing, it reminds me of when art historians were all “the fuck” about someone’s ear “deformity” in a portrait and couldn’t work out what the symbolism was until someone who’d also worked as a piercer was like “uhm, he’s fucked up a piercing there”. interdisciplinary shit also needs to include non-academic approaches because crafts & trades people know shit ok

One of my professors often tells us about a time he, as and Egyptian Archaeologist, came down upon a ring of bricks one brick high. In the middle of a house. He and his fellow researchers could not fpr the life of them figure out what tf it could possibly have been for. Until he decided to as a laborer, who doesnt even speak English, what it was. The guy gestures for my prof to follow him, and shows him the same ring of bricks in a nearby modern house. Said ring is filled with baby chicks, while momma hen is out in the yard having a snack. The chicks can’t get over the single brick, but mom can step right over. Over 2000 years and their still corraling chicks with brick circles. If it aint broke, dont fix it and always ask the locals.

I read something a while back about how pre-columbian Americans had obsidian blades they stored in the rafters of their houses. The archaeologists who discovered them came to the conclusion that the primitive civilizations believed keeping them closer to the sun would keep the blades sharper.

Then a mother looked at their findings and said “yeah, they stored their knives in the rafters to keep them out of reach of the children.”

Omg the ancient child proofing add on tho lol

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monbebe-twins:

😆😂😂😂

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canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit:

I know we’re all used to the whole Scabbers is Pettigrew thing but can you imagine getting kidnapped by some dude and then your very professional teacher appears and points a gun at your dog and goes “Mr. Sprinkles is a war criminal”

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