I was gonna see this movie with a boy but found out he was with another girl. we both dumped him and saw it without him
This is how people should act in this scenario, not argue with each other.
mental illness is a spectrum of experiences which are constructed and categorized by social institutions as diagnoses
diagnoses aren’t sacred, essential, platonic entities floating in space somewhere, they’re descriptions of patterns of experiences
if your self-described experiences correspond with a a particular pattern, then congratulations, that’s how the process of diagnosis works
you may note that this is kind of fuzzy and ambiguous: that’s because that’s how mental illness works and why your medical metaphors are incoherent. there is no chemical/physical test for mental illness because it is entirely descriptive of self-reported symptoms, so stop acting like there’s some hoop people have to jump through to be Really Mentally Ill other than “having corresponding experiences” (which is really loose anyway because mental illness isn’t clearly delineated, because, again, it is not an a priori category that inherently exists)
(via halalchisme)
Humans are blessed with the ability to speak,
Yet ignorant, they lack the skill to use it gracefully
(via alhumdulillah-hi)
Thrillophilia, an online marketplace for tours and activities, compiled a list of countries, cities, and destinations that many of us may have been say incorrectly all along. Each graphic features a side-by-side comparison of the common, incorrect pronunciation juxtaposed with how the locals say it.
(via inshiqa)
They made the cover and pushed actual royalty into the corner. My heart.
“ Things take time. The seeds planted do not sprout the next day, but that doesn’t mean they never will. Be patient. Things will unfold for you. ”
— Unknown (via deeplifequotes)
i don’t know how anyone could possibly risk plagiarising on purpose like i am so god damn terrified of accidental plagiarism that every time i submit something on turnitin i can literally feel my individual arm hairs standing on end as i wait for the police to show up at my door and arrest me for writing a string of words too similar to some paper about the mating habits of hoot owls from 1965
(via inshiqa)
when someone tells you they’re in love with you,
that’s some serious shit.
they’re basically saying
“i am completely vulnerable to you.
you have the power to destroy me emotionally,
but i trust you won’t.”