“If I die, it’s ok. Don’t be sad.”
— Sadness (via cheshirekaetzchen)
I am band trash; mental illness/life quotes/memes
“If I die, it’s ok. Don’t be sad.”
— Sadness (via cheshirekaetzchen)
There’s nothing like seeing a green sea turtle soaring along in the great blue. 🐢
why are people even questioning obesity in america
why is your tea liquidised?
….. Where exactly do you live that the tea isn’t liquid?!?
ENGLAND. WHERE IT IS IN A BAG AND YOU MAKE IT YOURSELF.

like what do you do with already liquid tea? Microwave it?
No it’s sweet tea you drink it cold
WHO DRINKS COLD TEA???
HAVE YOU NEVER HAD ICED/SWEET TEA BEFORE?!?
so i reblogged this from a british person and i’ve been laughing at their tags for 600 years




England, you stole tea from China. You’ve had it a mere 4 centuries compared to their 30+. Don’t play like you’re some kind of authority.
[skeletons ooh-ing]
Shots fired. World War Tea has officially begun.
Englad doesn’t own anything
except that time we owned most of the world
If I stop reblogging this, I’ve gone to the other side.
I have only seen this legendary post in screenshots, so today is a blessed day.
HAH
BOSTON TEA PARTY PART 2
HOLY HELL I FOUND IT
And this is why I love Tumblr
I don’t know how to describe my sadness. Numb. Maybe that’s what I’d call it. It starts off shallow, then rises to something bigger. Quicksand. That’s how it feels. Dragging you down till you’re suffocated by it. The sadness overrides everything and that’s when the numb takes place. It stops everything. Your anger, your sadness, the happiness. But of course that hasn’t been there for a long time. All you are is a shell, left alone in your own thoughts, those self deprecating thoughts that you try to push back so much. But then its there. Its all you can think about. There is nothing left in your brain but the bad things that you don’t want. You are being choked by the terror. Numb, you let it all happen. You don’t cry, you don’t laugh. Its terror that makes you want to scream. It’s all caught in your throat. The numb keeps it there, it makes you bite your tongue and swallow the pain. Just pushing, and pushing it all down. You’re staring at that wall, a white one preferably, one’s that have no colour are easier to look at. Less distraction. Now you can really get stuck in your thoughts. Going deeper into your mind and crushing every nerve that makes you want to get up or look away. Maybe you want to do something with your life, no, no you don’t. Its holding you back even more now that everything is blank. You know the Prozac isn’t helping or whatever you take. You convince yourself that you’re fine. Maybe, just maybe, you know you’re not fine. Deep down you know that everything is bad, but the numbness will quickly change you. Back to the black and white world. You are torn down and don’t have the strength to build yourself back up again
~Otter