Anyone Else Just Get A Random Surge Of Depression? Like, You Could Be At A Picnic Surrounded By Your

Anyone else just get a random surge of depression? Like, you could be at a picnic surrounded by your loved ones, and you have the urge to grab that knife and stab something (preferably yourself) with it, which makes you wonder what’s wrong with you, because you’re supposed to be happy, dammit. This is a happy moment. You’re fine, we’re fine, everything’s fine. And you continue the picnic, ignoring your fingers digging into your thighs to prevent reaching towards that damn knife.

Over time, I’ve found out that if and when two boys, who are almost complete opposites, start calling each other by their last name, it means that they are in love.

I see a lot of people ranting why another persons ship is “problematic” or “wrong”….

SO WHAT?

Just because someone else’s ship is different from yours, it doesn’t give you the right to make fun of it, or call it wrong. Just politely say you disagree, and, if you can’t do that, then just exclude yourself completely. No need to be an asshole. Just be RESPECTFUL.

Me: I’m not like most aces

Date: *horny and expecting something dirty* Oh, yeah?

Me: *fully knowing what they’re thinking* Yeah. I think we should invade Switzerland. Not Denmark.

My…my ears are STILL bleeding……

It’s been 4 hours.

All rise for the asexual national anthem:

I don’t even want to know. 💀