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If you'd still love Jimin without abs, reblog this.

I wanna see how many actually love this baby for him…not just his chocolate. 

largest salt mines in the world:

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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.

infinity war bloopers!

When gay marriage was legalized, we weren’t sure if or when it was going to be struck down so speed was of the essence.

Omg I’m crying

they all share one single brain cell (insp.) + bonus

@marvel launch me into space I will save my son myself if you’re not fucking going to

Silly lil thing about Miles

Everyone knows Miles "can't remember someone's name correctly for the life of him half the time" Edgeworth constantly calls Phoenix Wright anything but his name when he's not standing in front of him...

What if he genuinely sometimes forgets his name so all the times he's being a cryptic lil shit with his pronoun + adjective/descriptive games is because he actually forgot Nick's name and doesn't want to out the fact that he somehow forgot his love's rival's name and thus goes cryptic

Now imagine edgey forgetting nick's name while talking to him and finding more and more cryptic/elaborate ways to not refer to him by his name in front of him

(Bonus points if it's him prior to admitting to his feelings so it's stuff like "nuisance" and "hindrance")

I’m about to start a war.

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