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I found this on my X feed:

Cake is not a lie. It was delicious.

Is anyone interested in me sharing pictures of the food I make?

Not restaurant or fast food.

Homemade food.

I made a pumpkin spice cake tonight. It was supposed to be a sheet cake, but I was like 'fuck it, I'll put it in a throw away cake pan'. I will get a pic eventually.

I don't trust anyone who hasn't acknowledged their capacity for evil.

you, reading this. you're a creature now. reblog to creature your followers

Watching "Tom and Jerry", and the episode 'The Unshrinkable Jerry Mouse' came on. In this episode, Tom's owner buys this kitten:

As I watch, I realized who the kitten reminded me of appearance wise...Shoto Todoroki. Specifically, young Shoto:

The next time they tell you Americans are “happy” with their employer provided health insurance remember that that “happiness” is fueled by willful ignorance of what the alternatives are really like and fear of losing what little crappy health care they currently have.

Yesterday was my birthday and I went to the zoo with my family.

I'm still full of anxiety but it was a good time.

Here is a picture of elephants: momma Renee and baby Kirkja!

TOOTH EXTRACTION DAY!!!

A Bad Day Interrupted

A bad day, just like so many others lately. No matter how you tried, moments of actual contentment and joy never seemed to last quite long enough to be a mental break from everything. You have been severely depressed for little over a month, but it seems like you finally ran out of tears. Good, you hated making people worry about you.

Looking at the time on your phone, you are disappointed it isn't time to go home. Work isn't bad; the work is easily completed in time and you work with the nicest people you know. However, it is exhausting to consciously keep up the charade of being happy.

You are concerned for yourself. Nothing had happened, you just awoke one day and just been depressed since. On top of that, you are also anxious and self-abusing. Not physically, though the gnawing in your stomach reminds you that you are not eating as much as you probably should.

A lot of the abuse is mental; the thoughts in your head ripping you down to the lowest level of self-deprecation you have ever been. Words are weapons and they are inflicting so much pain.

You look at your phone as it buzzes. A message from your boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/whomever. Upon opening, it is a small video clip of a panda cub sitting on a rock. It sneezes so hard it topples over and you can't help but chuckle, smiling a genuine smile for the first time all day.

They knew you were going through personal issues and were helping you look for a good therapist. Everday, they would find ways to show thier love in addition to texts and saying so. You feel guilty but accepted the extra affection, reciprocating the affection as best as you could.

One day at a time, with the love of your life making sure you make it through.

Because you would and have done the same for them.

Please Reblog is Your Blog is Safe for Non-Binary People.

If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals