Pet Peeve Of Mine Whenever I Talk About Being Bisexual Online And People Want To Make It About Them

You own the home you live in. The last owners painted the walls of your bedroom a horrible off white.

You fucking hate it. Every day you wake up to off-white walls and off-white ceilings and pass through your off-white door to get to the rest of the house. You feel like you've been locked up in a padded room. It makes you want to die.

So what is there to do? Well, you own the home. Go out and get some paint, a roller or two, and a drop cloth. If the color makes you want to kill yourself, you should obviously change it.

But what if you didn't hate it. What if it just mildly perturbed you? Or maybe what if you didn't, like, reeeeeally mind it all that much, but you knew that another color would make you a lot happier? Does the decision that you come to change?

Sure, it's work moving the furniture out, setting up, painting, making sure you get the edges, cleaning up, letting it all dry, etc, but isn't adding joy to your life worth the effort? Don't you owe it to yourself to subtract mediocrity and add happiness? Do you need to be miserable to envision a better life?

augh i can beso normal about this

rebel who's had her fingers stuck in the mouth of the mech pilot she's captured for hours, because the hound is conditioned to bite down on the cyanide capsule in its tooth but not on a handler. so now it's just mumbling softly around the impromptu gag, while they both wait for someone to come sedate it.

we are the daughters of parents who should not have had kids

there is literally so much drama happening inside of a lava lamp

Guys 2014 is in two months

the desire to pronounce words as they are said in their source language for the sake of accuracy vs the desire to not sound like a complete tool

worst legacy of millennial culture is the genre of song that calls you 'dear' or 'darling' in the first 10 seconds and then starts narrating some tim burton situation while a clockwork type of bitch plays baby's first arpeggios on an upright piano in the background

you cant say shut up you stupid idiot in comment sections anymore. you cant say hey moron when did you graduate from idiot school anymore