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okay but let me tell you that we bought this as a gag gift for a het friend of mine, who promptly sprinkled that shit into her mouth and gave her fiance a blowjob

it went as awful as you can imagine, it’s literally off-brand pop-rocks. both of them got yeast infections, because apparently some of it went into his urethra

do not fucking put candy on your dick, don’t put sugar in your dick, don’t stick your sugar coated dick in someone and don’t buy this for your dumb ass het friends


Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, ambitious, kind people into zombies who can’t accomplish a simple task. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your surroundings, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it; you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.

Depression is humiliating.
If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off those who need to take a pill just so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life. It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.

Depression is humiliating.
No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families — it ruins families. You cannot fathom what it takes to feign normalcy, to get up every morning, to go on about your day, run simple tasks, or even do small talk; when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never experienced it does not make it nonexistent or irrelevant. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression.

i have never read something so perfect (via rati0nalizing)

so terribly true

(via female-only)

(Source: psych-facts)

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