SEA What I Did There?

My brain, having a meltdown like a toddler: everything is bad and awful and I absolutely refuse to function in these working conditions *dumps a shitload of adrenaline into the nervous system*

Me, sighing heavily and holding up lorazepam: would ya do it for a Scooby snack?

Me: Who lives in a pineapple under the sea!?!

My med student best friend who’s had 3 hours of sleep in the last 2 days: Aye aye captain!!

Several seconds of silence

Her: Wait...

Me, putting a hand on her shoulder: It’s okay

Promise?

Director: How should we show the newfound power and confidence these girls have? The sheer empowerment they feel?

Intern: Have them walk confidently and react to situations without being self conscious because they feel comfortable with who they are and know they don’t need to change themselves because they’re already perfect just the way they are.

Director: *blank stare*

Intern: Change everything about them and make them look like sluts?

Director: Brilliant! Make it happen!

I didn’t read the blog name and I was just like, “yeah that makes sense” and if that doesn’t tell you how fucked up 2020 has been I don’t know what will

My dad burned the moon with a flamethrower.

You’ve heard of Manic Pixie Dream Girl, now introducing:

Non-binary Neurodivergent Nightmare 

America is a theme park and Florida is the zoo

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER SEEN HOW IS ANYONE NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS BEAUTIFUL DRAGON BABY?!??!?

It’s posts like this that make me wish tumblr had a “well, shit” button to press because I “like” funny posts, relatable posts, inspirational posts. But this. I do not “like” this. I feel the need to express the personal discontent this post caused and my only option is “like”

I’ve never quite been threatened like “You are young. Life has been kind to you. You will learn.”

You like a girl with a lot of personality, you say?

meirl