So My Lil Cousin Was Searching For Soy Sauce.

petition to rename the usa ‘south canada’

Chuuya: What if I knocked you unconscious right now?

Dazai: It won't change the past.

Chuuya: But it'd make the present so much nicer.

I needed this today

Might have these out of order but just a good thread to share.

update

the same teacher : "joe, are you lost?"

my friend : "no, he is joe sir"

my friend pulled a dad joke on an english A-level teacher

hello. do you aspire to be like a classmate of mine who has the audacity to ask "do you know what idioms mean sir?" to an english teacher who teaches A-level english?

cause i definitely do.

Tendou: Guess what I’m about to get!

Semi: On my nerves.

Not all character development is positive. Characters can, and in my opinion, should, develop both negative and positive traits throughout the course of their story. As the story goes, they shouldn’t be perfected, they’re people, not artpieces, and so there shouldn’t be a stage where they’ve improved/changed exclusively for the better, to the point where they have no negative traits at all. 

I’m going to say something that might upset some folks. And I know that this is going to be tough to hear. It’s tough for me to say, because this is something I’ve been guilty of in the past and it’s a hard thing to go through and deal with. But it needs to be said.

If you are hurting, you need to tell people. Not should—you need to tell people. The people around you are not psychic and they aren’t going to know what’s going on unless you tell them.

It’s super easy to play the wounded card and say, “why didn’t anyone notice? Why didn’t they see that I was hurting, it was so obvious? I reblogged a bunch of my chemical romance lyrics. I vagueblogged about feeling like garbage. I pinned an existential meme on my blog.” But guess what fam?? Literally everyone I know is doing that and not every one of them is in crisis mode!!!

I feel for you, I really do, but you can’t ask me why no one cared until you explicitly stated that you wanted to actually die, for real, not joking. Because we didn’t know you wanted to actually die, for real, not joking until you said it. You never told anyone. You never reached out over DMs, you hid behind memes and jokes because you didn’t want to burden everyone with your problems, you said you were fine when people asked if you were doing okay.

Tell someone when you’re hurting. Tell them. Personally. Explicitly. Don’t be vague, don’t say “haha” or “lmao” or “/j” if you’re not actually joking because how am I supposed to help you if you’re communicating to me that it’s not that serious. There’s no micro expressions on the internet, I can’t tell the difference between “okay” and “okay.” because it’s different for everyone.

Tell. Someone.

Intento ser mejor para ti.