I took a shit in my grandma’s cat’s litterbox when I was like 13 and my whole family was wilding out trying to figure out why the cat took such a huge dump. Then they took her to the vet and we found out she has feline HIV so in a way, I helped her.
this story was wild from start to finish
i got this shirt and it has this weird ruffled hood / neck so i can wear it like this
but if its gets cold i can also put it over my mouth and nose like this
and when it rains i can use it as a hoodie
and when i need to attend an emergency kkk meeting it works too
and i can also pretend to be the pixar lamp
IT’S BACK FINALLY
This is the plaster (Band aid) my 3 year old brother gave to me tonight. He saw my cuts when I was tucking him into bed and he asked what they were. Naturally, I told him the truth, I told him that when I get angry or upset I do this to myself to calm down. His little face looked heart broken. This 3 year old child then ran away into the kitchen, Pulling out a small box. He pulled out his favorite plaster with George (His favorite character or course) and ran back to me, Handing my the plaster. He then said. ‘You should never do that to yourself, It’s not good for you. George will make you feel better”
He crawled back into bed and hugged me tightly. He told me that tonight that i was never worth hurting myself over.
See, A 3 year old can handle self harm better than some people. He’s three and he didn’t judge me, He didn’t shout at me, He didn’t treat me like a child.
I’ve now made a pinky promise to him never to hurt myself again (Unless I fall over, He said that would be unfair on me)
aww i am sobbing… omfg hold me!
unless you fall over that would be unfair
can we just appreciate how precious and nonjudgmental this wonderful child is
getting home and being able to take off your pants more like
listening to covers is all well and good until u realise the singer changed the pronouns to pull a musical no homo
oh my word
.. i don’t even know what to say.