how comes i didn’t have this on my blog already
this is what it feels like to have a depression i mean it literally feels like a monster in your body that needs to get out, one way or another
this gives me the chills
i feel like its the opposite actually, the monster is on the outside, consuming you, making you nothing; forgotten and you fight your hardest trying to come out, showing the world that whats portrayed isnt you. yelling screaming pushing but no one can hear you because youre on the inside
these two different interpretations are both so valid omg this could be a picture of depression trying to scape me or me trying to escape it it’s like a paradox of sad
Don’t Be That Guy.
Great campaign! Great point!
signal boosting the shit out of this
you can never NOT reblog this
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
Truly a ferocious predator.
And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)
the big wolves are his younger sisters
oh my fucking god it got better
I have no idea what’s going on
I know! It’s a Weebl thing. He’s a uk animator. He did an animation about badgers.
They do that in the UK quite a lot too.
Sitting here having a cup of tea with my new wife and all I can hear is the asthmatic sounding snores of my Timmy bunny. Too cute, Mr Tim!
Ever notice how when justifying a child’s misbehavior no one ever says stuff like “girls will be girls” or “she’s a girl”, but the list of things a “young lady” can’t do is almost endless?
You learn from a young age that masculinity comes with freedom; femininity comes with restrictions.
- A Gender reveal party is where the parents throw a party (similar to a baby shower) to find out the gender of the baby!
- No one knows the sex of the baby (just the party planner/bakers know!)
- The gender is revealed when the parents cut the cake open and the inside color of the cake/desserts reveal if the baby will be a boy or a girl! (pink is usually used for girls, blue for boys of course!)
mine was full of wasps. HUGE WASPS.
"what’s the baby’s gender?" the eager party goers ask, crowded around the cake
slowly, the knife cuts through the first piece. “wasps.” the proud parent-to-be whispers, “wasps.”
one thousand wasps are released from the gender cake.
And now, the weather.