Customer service is not dead; I just can’t help it when you don’t want to be a fucking adult and take some responsibility for yourself.
Somewhere in this break room there is a screaming machine.
I want. To Hulk Smash it.
Random phone spam call from Lady Lake, Florida, made my brain go, “Don’t call me unless you got a mystical sword that will make me rightwise king born of all England.”
Because I am a nerd.
Q’s that will be answered differently than the first time whenever I manage to see a mental health professional:
Have you ever experienced thoughts of suicide?
Have you ever experienced thoughts of self harm?
Have you ever experienced any sort of dysphoria?
Doc Martens acquired.
Dear associate in the men’s shoe section,
I realize it is your job to help and also watch customers.
But you make my anxiety go through the roof just by being there. I’m not shifty, I’m just really anxious.
No context, but it is kind of heartwarming when your mother puts forth the idea of suing the hell out of someone on your behalf if something doesn’t work out.
Unrelatedly, is is also heartwarming when your mom accepts the idea that some day (when you have the money and the recovery time saved up/arranged) you want to totally get rid of you breasts because not only are they a physical problem, but they also cause pretty severe mental/emotional distress.
thinking about young girls who are already chafing under the yoke of femininity, girls who don’t know how to or don’t want to or just plain can’t “act right” in public, girls who are always butting heads with their moms over how to behave, girls for whom back to school shopping is an absolute nightmare bc they’re forced to dress femininely, girls who eat loud and talk loud in restaurants and sit impolitely and get called rude for behavior their brothers are entitled to and dare to exist fully in a world that demands they live incomplete lives. i love them and hope they get everything they want in life
The people at the top of insurance companies and pharmaceutical companies disgust me and add my depression and anxiety.
in this house we love, treasure, and support the oxford comma
Kirkwall Was Totally Built On a Hellmouth 