We live in an age where you can press a button and a deep web hitman shows up at your door and kills you. Technology is incredible.
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To anyone with suicidal thoughts this year, thank you for sticking around. I’m so glad you are here.
Thank you I needed this today
lately i’ve been replacing my “i’m sorry”s with “thank you”s, like instead of “sorry i’m late” i’ll say “thanks for waiting for me”, or instead of “sorry for being such a mess” i’ll say “thank you for loving me and caring about me unconditionally” and it’s not only shifted the way i think and feel about myself but also improved my relationships with others who now get to receive my gratitude instead of my negativity
This is some 2017 mood
onceuponanarwhal asked:
Just trying every day to be the very best.
thatsthat24 answered:
And I think that’s a beautiful thing. Just to try!! It’s wonderful!!! Keep trying! I think you’re succeeding!
This is a great response, thank you, but I was referencing Pokémon.
I JUST BUST OUT LAUGHING OMG
“So what happens if I press this button?” I asked. “Nothing.” She replied. I pushed the button in, grinning. “It’s when you let go that things get nasty.”
I was eating dinner with my mom and when she went to pay I noticed a “Hooters” frequent diner card or whatever in her wallet. I asked her WTF, and she explained that a friend of hers got a coupon for the grand opening and so a group of them went for lunch just to try it out. This is a group that consists of women from their 50s into their 80s. Apparently the food decent but the service was amazing, and the servers were “all such wonderful girls, so sweet! Said it was nice to take a break from all the gross men they had to deal with.” So they decided to come back. Now they go once a week at least, and the Hooters waitresses fight each other for who gets to serve them. Anyhow I thought it was cute.
I am all for the idea of a bunch of aunties and grandmas invading a space typically dominated by men acting like gross creepers and just taking the fuck over and being nice to the ladies on staff.
Because who the fuck is gonna argue with an army of polite older ladies?
Nobody, that’s who.
I was eating dinner with my mom and when she went to pay I noticed a “Hooters” frequent diner card or whatever in her wallet. I asked her WTF, and she explained that a friend of hers got a coupon for the grand opening and so a group of them went for lunch just to try it out. This is a group that consists of women from their 50s into their 80s. Apparently the food decent but the service was amazing, and the servers were “all such wonderful girls, so sweet! Said it was nice to take a break from all the gross men they had to deal with.” So they decided to come back. Now they go once a week at least, and the Hooters waitresses fight each other for who gets to serve them. Anyhow I thought it was cute.
I am all for the idea of a bunch of aunties and grandmas invading a space typically dominated by men acting like gross creepers and just taking the fuck over and being nice to the ladies on staff.
Because who the fuck is gonna argue with an army of polite older ladies?
Nobody, that’s who.
I was kinda sitting there thinking about what am I attracted to in girls, and it turns out girls. Just all girls. Butch girls, femme girls, fat girls, thin girls, woc, trans girls, bi girls, pan girls, girls with long hair, girls with short hair, girls who wear makeup, girls who dont, tall girls, short girls, androgynous girls, pastel girls, girls who like tight clothing, girls who like loose clothing, quiet girls, loud girls just wow girls.
the next time you think you’re lonely, just remember you have about 25 billion white blood cells in your body protecting your sorry little ass with their life. you have 25 billion friends who would die for you. no need for tears.
thank you osmosis jones
My immune system tried to kill me though.
Jordan just remember you had twenty five billion enemies trying to kill you and you’ve survived them all
Take THAT you tiny goddamn sons of bitches.
Duke: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life.
Steph: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back.
Dick: Oh, wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
Tim: My will to live! I haven’t seen this in years!
Jason: I knew I lost that potential somewhere!
Damian: Mental stability, my old friend.
Duke: Guys, could you lighten up a little?