If anyone could tell me what has me so worried that I have small panic attacks and have developed a new stim, that’d be great, because I have no idea where this is coming from.
29th April 2013
Great Mouse Detective Basil and Dawson for the LetsDrawSherlock project :)
I thought it needed a background so I tried to put in something but now I’m not sure which looks worse better so I’ll put up both for people to decide ^_^”
Notes: 11
“Oh wow I’m really getting the hang of this!”
2 seconds later, gets pushed into death trap of water, lava, and skeletons, loses everything to lava
“FUCK THIS”
only one, but they have to live for a year in the dark to be really, definitely sure it needs changing
ugly laugh crying
oh god why is this so true that it’s tragifunny
Reblogged From therapsid
He says he’s changed, should I trust him? Does everyone really deserve a second chance?
DYSPHORIA CITY exists primarily to educate non-dysphoria sufferers about the experience.
Played this and sent it to a cis friend. Triggered indeed. Hard to come to terms with all of the minute, everyday ways dysphoria impacts my life, especially since I’ve so long thought of it as a separate issue. I have a lot to unpack, but knowing that makes managing it and moving forward a little easier.
This is really really good.
No one will reblog this from me.
(Source: h4te)
We walked from the restrooms back to our campsite slowly, the effects of days half sleeping in cold tents making it hard to lift my boots. The air was still cold, but pleasant, English air no different from the Irish air I’d breathed most of my life.
I took care to step over the board which lay in the middle of the path, covering a cable someone had connected to their camp for some reason. I had almost tripped over the board every time I’d walked that way.
As I dismayed the mud that was everywhere thanks to a very rude and inconsiderate fun fair group, I heard a noise from my friend next to me.
“You know,” he said, nervously, I looked at him expectantly, “I like you.” he finished, somewhat hurriedly.
“YOU DO?!” I exclaimed in mock surprise.
He looked away sightly, embarrassed or confused, I couldn’t tell.
“Is it that obvious?” he asked quietly.
“Well,” I responded, “of course you do! We wouldn’t play so many card games if we weren’t friends!”
Suddenly, he looked disappointed. Lost for words, we continued our walk, as I beamed at the thought of officially becoming friends with him.
“I mean, I like you. Like how people say they like like someone?”
I looked at him quizzically, “What?”
“Ask Sarah” he responded, exasperated.
Confused, but happy, I walked beside him to the campsite, where I set about looking for Sarah.
What I didn’t realize, was that a few months later, I would proudly call them my feyfriend, and I their boyfriend.
My mum just came in to see the Walkin’ Talkin’ Pinkie Pie that I bought on sale (which has the most Pinkie hair any hasbro toy has ever had) and was (jokingly) giving out that it was wasted on me and should be for a little girl, not a grown man
glob I love my mum
