I Hate That "schizoposting" Has Become Such A Meme That People Will Respond To Genuine Posts About Schizophrenia

narcissistic abuse believers will be like "NOTHING is more evil than a narcissist!! they revel in the suffering of others!!" and then dedicate time and resources to hunting down pwNPD for the sole purpose of inflicting pain upon them for fun

Idc we that you’re poly I only care whether or not you’re a bunch of squares

Are you squares?🤨⬛️

HMU if you wanna get married. Cool couples ONLY. If you’re lame I’ll scream at such a volume and such a pitch that my glasses will shatter and I’ll make you pay for new ones. And also. Eye surgery for me probably

I’ve been spam emailing and subscribing him to every mailing list I can think of and I found out he was already subscribed to the Trevor project ??

I'ma just leave these here for like... *Cough* Research purposes and such.

What if a bird flies up my ass what do I do then do I just have to go to the er and fart it back out or something you think I have the money for that you swine you liberal commie fraud I salute whichever man puts an end to this pansy pussy popping pageant.

Movies and TV likes to stereotype people with schizophrenia by making them horror movie villains or people who do awful things.

People with schizophrenia are NOT evil or scary. They are valuable, wonderful people who struggle with a mental illness. 

STOP DEMONIZING SCHIZOPHRENIA. 

Nothing will radicalize you faster than asking the people whose job is to help (like therapists, the police, etc) for help

i have a having a nice time kink the warmth of a friend's laughter fetish i'm a smile slut a kindness dump

if you're gonna mock psychosis, consider this:

1. you are a cunt

2. you're a cunt

3. you're a fucking cunt

4. you're a cunt

5. you are, in fact, a cunt.

as a small child my favourite activity was the kubrick stare

The Easter bunny

“Daddy, who’s the Easter bunny and what is his connection to the Abrahamic religion system?”

Ronald, the husband, the father, the warrior, gazed down gently at little Michael, his youngest son. His deep voice that overwhelmed the boys ears with hope and wonder spoke. “Let me tell you a story, son. Do you remember the story of the manger? Of our lord Jesus Christ?” Michael nodded excitedly. He had always loved that story. “Well, there’s something I’ve never told you before about that story. A detail I left out. But today, my boy, you’re finally old enough to learn about Mary’s second son. You see, after Jesus was killed, Mary decided it was best for her youngest to run away and to take up a new identity. He lived for a very long time and changed a lot of lives. Lives like yours, Michael. Thankfully he stayed hidden for centuries before he was tragically cut short by an evil man named Pleurisy. Pleurisy was jealous of the man and his strengths. His godlike ability to pull light from the sky and control it as if a part of his own hand made him feel powerless, and when a man feels powerless he can do horrible things. This man was a very large public figure, so his death was covered up as to not cause country-wide outrage.” The other 4 of the sliver fox’s children had gathered around his feet in a circle, listening intently and staring up at him in awe of the story. Ronald had always had such a way of painting pictures with his words. The sights he spoke into existence as simply as tying a knot seemed the gather in towards his towering form and softly floated and buzzed around the seven heads in the room. “well, the man died long after his family and had no one to guide him to heaven to be amongst the others of God’s children. So, he lay waiting in his casket for that very special day that his older brother would rise to join him in the afterlife, and one day, that day came. On easter morning, the man had leapt into the stars, leaving his body and his life behind. Now, children. The Easter bunny. Which one wanted to hear about him? You? The adopted one, right?” Michael spoke again with visible tears on his face “I’m adopted?” They stared at each other for a moment “ Yeah… Anyway, a rabbit priest, a priestly rabbit came hopping along a few years later with quite an intent for disruption. He dug a burrow into the thick mound of dirt he had claimed as his own only to meet something hard. ‘Metal? Cement?’ He thought. Wood. The rabbit has dug so far down that he had reached the man’s casket. And being a curious rabbit, he climbed inside to see if the man had been a practicing Christian. No cross was found around the neck of the picked clean bone he found there. The rabbit was disappointed. It was getting cold out and so he climbed inside of the forms ribcage, hoping he wouldn’t mind the company. The days turned into nights until the rabbit had realized it had become Easter yet again. As the skeleton began to move on its own it pulled the animal out from inside it by the ear and asked it what it had been doing in there. The rabbit assured him that he meant no harm and that he was just very cold. They made a deal that since the man couldn’t come down to earth all year, that the rabbit could keep his remains safe and dedicate his life to spreading his message. They both agreed and they shook on it. It was a beautiful spring day when the rabbit decided to bring the skeleton outside and disguised it inside costume of himself. He egged people houses and he told people to ‘suck it!!’ And all was well in America. And that man, oh how he smiles down upon all of you kids, I just know it.” “Really? How would you know?” Ronald Reagan glanced up at his husband Benjamin Franklin Christ and tucked a strand of his long, silver hair behind his ear. Their smiles two halves of the same ring. “Oh, I know.”