Living in your own personal hell makes you wonder what it would be like to escape from that life even for a minute
up sick feeling nauseous :(
I can always count on Town of Salem to distract me when I’m feeling yucky, at least :D
okay, storytime. At a group sleepover, there’s this girl, the most innocent thing you’ve ever met, k? She nods off on the couch early on in the night. As everyone’s getting ready to play cards, one of my friends lean back and hears her mumbling in her sleep.
My friend motions for everyone to be quiet. The girl snuggles her blanket, smiles, and in the sweetest voice, says, “Go on, Brandon. You can jump. It’s only 30 stories.”
i can’t tell you how many times i’ve spoken up about harassment only to be told to “learn to take a compliment”.
since when do “compliments” intrude on my space? what kind of “compliment” makes a person feel unsafe or threatened?
harassment isn’t a compliment. know the difference.
this may actually be one of my favourite photosets on tumblr
when you go to a friends house and their pet sits next you