beauty standards are all bad but one that sticks out to me is the idea that women should be free of body hair, because literally no-one has naturally no body hair like what are we trying to emulate here?
When I first got
sick with cptsd, one of the worst feelings that overwhelmed me was that I had no
right to exist. I felt like I didn’t belong here, anywhere on earth, and surely
people would realize I’m not one of them. I felt that in any second, some authority
would burst and grab me and declare that I wasn’t supposed to be alive anymore,
and then shoot me on the spot. I felt that if that happened, it would be
exactly what I deserved, after all I should have been dead long ago, I was
breaking some unwritten law by still walking the earth when I was long supposed
to be dead under it. It felt like being alive was a provocation, like not
killing myself already was a sin. It was hell being anywhere around people
because I expected to be killed anytime, for my sheer nerve to show myself around
people. Did anyone else deal with this?
peak road trip entertainment is watching two straight guys riding on a motor bike and the one riding in the back desperatrly trying to make it look as Not Gay as possible like ur gonna Die dude
i just saw a guy literally riding backwards on the bike n holding onto a piece of metal in the back #nohomo
I wish I was a fucking Toad I wish I was a fat little toad
I want to be a fat little toad living in the forest I wish I was a Toad who lived in a little stump in the woods I wish I had a stump house so badly I want to be a Toad so fucking badly please please please make me a toad I’m begging please god make me into a toad please
I wish I was a fat little toad living in a stump and I had a friend who was a frog living in a mushroom
