I’ll bet you’d look adorable grasping at the sheets on my bed
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ Potential trigger warning ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ~Katie, 20 year old college sophomore, and always here to help. I post things that interest me: mental health awareness, masochistic and softcore porn, feminist and progressive ideals, pokemon and other fandoms, good tunes, inspirational quotes, humor, adorable baby animals, hip-hop, and just random developments in my life. Stay strong!
"WE ARE SEX BOB-OMB AND WE’RE HERE TO MAKE YOU THINK ABOUT DEATH AND GET SAD AND STUFF"
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*boutta put condom on*
Wait, how do you pronounce gif?
Get the fuck out of my room.
why wasnt i a part of this
IM STILL LAUGHING OVER THIS IT’S BEEN A DAY
what is this even from
THE PINK ONE IS SO INTO IT
WHAT IS THI S OMFG
but the real question is where can i watch this
this post gets me through everything
I 100% laughed out loud and woke up my cats.
oh come one that blue ones not even tryign
the orange one isn’t even doing it right
the brown one before the pink one on the left omg I am crying
Two of the most frustrating things my dad does:
1. Keeping himself ignorant about my mental illnesses and those of others. He has some weird personal vendetta against mental health professionals and doesn’t really trust them or believe that their methods work (“all they do is put you on new pills”). And I can understand that it’s really difficult dealing with negative experiences with the mental health field. Just like any medical field. I was in and out of doctors’ offices for 4 years, given routine blood tests, and loaded up on different antacids and calcium tablets before a therapist told me it was somatoform anxiety. And he took that to mean that I just needed to think positive so that the depression and throwing up every day would go away. He doesn’t seem to get that the best judge of how I’m feeling emotionally, mentally, physically is me. Because every time I tell him something is wrong, he needs the opinion of someone higher up than me to get confirmation that he can believe me.
2. Not understanding how medications work. My dad is the type to not even finish antibiotic regimens because he feels better and it takes too much time and effort. So I’ll constantly get, “when is that face stuff supposed to start working, you just look really shiny and not much better”, “when is the lithium/seroquel/other medication supposed to start working?” It is working. And it will be working for the next 30+ years. I think I actually made him think a little the other day when he was disappointed that my face meds hadn’t fixed everything yet. I told him, “You can’t fix 6 years worth of damage in 6 weeks” and I think it struck a chord for my other forms of treatment.