New Years Party Decor

Punk: The world is fucked and I’m pissed

Goth: The world is fucked and it’s beautiful

Scene: The world is fucked and it’s creative

Emo: The world is fucked and I’m sad

Midwest Emo: The world is fucked and I’m silly

Ska: The world is fucked and I have a trumpet

Nu Metal: The world is fucked and I’ll keep it that way

Math rock: I don’t know how to have sex, I’m a virgin

It’s Lesbian Visibility day today so I spent yesterday making a comic about feelings. If you’d told me when I was a scared 16 year old that I’d have a wife and a rainbow flag outside of my house- I’m not sure what I would’ve said but I definitely wouldn’t have believed you.

There is no marriage equality until disabled people can marry without losing benefits.

There is no wage equality until disabled people cannot be paid below minimum wage.

Equality is only equal when it is equality for all.

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I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.

this is the funniest god damn thing ive ever seen

i saw this post earlier about therapists and it reminded me of my old therapist paul, who in my opinion is one of the greatest men alive and who did not put up with my bullshit for even one second

anyway i go in to see paul one week in the summer of 2016, and i’m doing my usual bullshit which consists of me talking shit about myself, and paul is staring at me, and then he cuts me off and says that he’s got a new tool for helping people recognize when they’re using negative language, and gets up and goes over to his desk

and i’m like alright hit me with that sweet sweet self-help article my man, because i’m a linguistic learner and whenever paul’s like here i have a tool for you to use it’s pretty much always an article or a book or something

paul opens a drawer, takes something out, and turns back around. i stare.

i say, paul.

is that a nerf gun.

yeah, says paul.

i say, are you gonna shoot me with a nerf gun in this professional setting.

he happily informs me that that’s really up to me, isn’t it. and sits back down. and gestures, like, go ahead, what were you saying?

and i squint suspiciously and start back up about how i’m having too much anxiety to leave the house to run errands, like it was a miracle to even get here, like i’ve forgone getting groceries for the past week and that’s so stupid, what a stupid issue, i’m an idiot, how could i–

a foam dart hits me in the leg.

i go, hey! because my therapist just shot me in the leg. paul blinks at me placidly and raises an eyebrow. i squint again.

i say, slowly, it’s– not a stupid issue, i’m not stupid, but it’s frustrating me and i don’t want it to be a problem i’m having.

no dart this time. okay. sweet.

so the rest of the hour passes with me intermittently getting nailed with tiny foam darts and then swearing and then fixing my language and, wouldn’t you know it, i start liking myself a little more by the end of the session, which is mildly infuriating because paul can tell and he’s very smug about it 

anyway i leave his office and the lady having the next appointment walks in and i hear what’s all over the floor? and paul very seriously says cognitive behavioral therapy tools.

Also reblog if you vote pls like why do y'all never reblog anything

spotify wrapped: this year your top genre was sexual gruntwave. and yiour top artist was the ghost of emperor norton.

me, just trying to use the sound of chapo trap house to echolocate my way out of a sinister cave: awesome i dont.care