reblog this, so i can write your url down and write you anonymously something nice to bright up your day


i think we all need to get a nice compliment right?


people who don’t like Marty St. Louis worry me, like are you okay, do you have a fever, can I get you an aspirin or something and put you to bed so you can sleep that off?


make sure young girls and boys know that reluctant consent is not consent. consent that has to be repeatedly coaxed out of you is not consent. drunk consent is not consent. a yes doesn’t automatically cancel out all the previous no’s. teach young girls what consent is. teach young boys what consent is. it’s not consent if you are uncomfortable with saying yes or are not in a state to make a clear decision. it’s not consent if your consent is forced.


i dont think my friends understand. when i say my room is messy i dont mean “cute” messy where i have a jacket hanging here and there i mean messy as in fuckin trash island where garbage citizens hold elections over who will become the next trash overlord it’s fuckin gross



I have a massive fear that no one actually likes me, rather everyone is just politely tolerating me hoping I leave them alone

I can’t express how much this thought dominates all of my social interactions