Imagine Person A of your OTP dying from a gaping chest wound. Person B is frantically trying to stop the bleeding when Person A’s eyes flutter open and they whisper faintly, "My eyes are up here, asshole.”
songs by florence and the machine make me feel like i need to run barefoot through a misty forest wearing a flower crown
parenting tip: talk to your kids about mental illness. tell them they might have a hard time. tell them they can ask for therapy and medication. tell them they aren’t alone. tell them if your family has a history of mental illnesses and which ones. just fucking talk to your kids and be there for them.
This would push through so many barriers
i luv kids they are so much funner to talk to than adults. i asked a toddler today whats up and he said “ten” with such conviction i really did believe it was an adequate response to my question for a second
Adelaide promoting season 2:
Laurie promoting season 2:
One of these women knows her audience.
*whispering* Psst, Laurie! It ain’t you.