acen3rd:

Can I PLEASE live in the Grump Room? I’ll help pay rent.

Seriously though…

imnotsogrumpnightmare:

HOW CAN-

YOU NOT-

ADORE THE SHIT-

OUT OF THIS MAN?

“I’m 70 percent water and 30 percent sex.”
— Danny Sexbang (via admsrte)

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

"I started noticing that I was just really sad all the time, and really like, having a lot of trouble …… just getting out of bed in the morning, and like, things were bothering me. Basically the short version of this story is; I had Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, and it was undiagnosed and I didn’t really know what it was. OCD kind of feeds on your imagination, so it’s different for everybody. But for me, it was that everything in my mind would not stop connecting - like I had too many associations constantly happening in my mind, and as a result I couldn’t do anything. So like, let’s say I wanted to go bike riding; when I was struggling with it, my mind would be racing constantly, and it would be like: I’d have an image in my head riding a bike, and then I’d think of me riding a bike when I was a kid back home, then I’d start thinking about home, and then I’d start thinking "well, my ex-girlfriend is in my hometown, I don’t like my ex-girlfriend, therefore I can’t go bike riding". Like my mind would associate everything until it would get to something that made me sad, and then I couldn’t disconnect the sad thing from what I wanted to do. And as a result I just couldn’t do anything. There was a period— I almost failed out of school because of it; because I couldn’t go to my classes, I didn’t really leave my apartment for maybe like, five months. And I’ll never forget, it was the weirdest thing; I was at my friend Adam’s house and I was sitting on the computer, and I said something and he was like "dude, just stop obsessing about that shit". And it was just one of those weird unconscious things, and I just randomly typed in "obsession" into Google search and all these pages on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder came up and I started reading about it, and I just fucking immediately started crying; ‘cause I was like "oh my God, I’m not fucking crazy - I just have this thing". For me, the moment I found out what it was - as soon as it had a name, I had a focal point from which to attack it from, and then I was like "if it’s a ‘disease’, then it has a cure". That’s why I tell people: don’t be scared to go to therapy. Don’t think of it as like, a sign of weakness to ask for help if you’re feeling sad because there’s people out there who want to help you and are qualified to help you. So they put me on, I think it was Prozac. I was supposed to be on it for an indefinite period of time; and one of the misconceptions about those types of drugs is that they’re ‘happy pills’ - they’re definitely not. They don’t make you happy, they just even things out in your mind so you can think clearly and solve your own problems. It’s amazing because I think back to those times, which now seem so distant - they were over a decade ago, and …. I’m just so happy now; like, all the fucking time, because I know what it’s like to be sad. Oh yeah, so that’s when I went to France as an exchange student, and that really helped me too - going to a totally new place and seeing different environments and just being like "hey, you know what - the world isn’t what I thought it was; there’s a lot more to it that I haven’t seen". So there was this really pretty lake in the middle of the town I was staying in, and I was on Prozac for, I guess, six months. And then while I was out there I was like "I don’t fucking need this shit anymore; I just …. feel good, and I’m done". And I took the pill bottle and threw it into the lake. It was one of the most satisfying personal moments." [x]

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everyone send gallons of astroglide to the gg po box (x)


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avi avidan is amazing and should be protected at all costs (x)

ecchers:

transformers! ecchers:

transformers! ecchers:

transformers! ecchers:

transformers! ecchers:

transformers! ecchers:

transformers! ecchers:

transformers! ecchers:

transformers!

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sometimes we all need a friend to appreciate our butts (x)

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andcanyoukneelbeforetheking:

why do i keep laughing at the thought of female!spiderman…(spidergirl? spiderwoman?) getting caught without her mask on and the dude who catches her just goes on a rant about ‘fake geek girls’ and how ‘that costume isn’t even accurate oh my god’ and ‘comic-con was last week’

and her secret identity is saved because some dudebro in a batman t-shirt thinks he’s hot shit 

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