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Zoey, do you want to build a snowman?

zoeyp:

Rythian? (knocking)
Do you wanna craft a golem?
I’m sure we can find a head
All you care about is dragons
and endermuns
you just wanna see them dead
But look at all your buddies
See what you’ve got
Nobody has to diiiiiie
Do you wanna craft a golem?
We can even name him Gilbert.

Gilbert’s dead, Zoey.

Okay, fine.

(Knocking)
Do you wanna craft a golem?
Or ride our dino through the town?
I’m sure that Cabertown is missing you
and look the band and pets and Fishton’s still around
(Don’t worry, Teep)
The whole world is our oyster
And there’s much to do,
we can travel through space and time!
(Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock, Tic-Tock)

(Knocking)
Rythian,
You’re still set on violence
All you want is to kill the queen,
That’s not all life is, there’s smiles too
And I still miss when you… took me adventuring
I don’t want her to hurt you,
Think of me and Tee.
I know something else to do
Do you wanna craft a Golem?

dusty-scripts:

ikaricrossinglines:

casey-lawrence:

skatediamond13:

ask-liza:

annie-croft:

whimmy-bam:

sirileigh:

prllnce:

meggchan:

Mine is mostly cognitive.

I have all three. Well oops.

Dammit! So do I!

No one has said this yet, so I feel I must.

THANK YOU FOR THIS.

So many people don’t seem to understand that social anxiety can manifest itself in multiple ways. Some people will just dismiss that you have social anxiety if you don’t fit into what they perceive it to be, and that lack of understanding can be really hurtful. So thank you for this.

(And as my personal comment, I fit into behavioural and cognitive.)

I have cognitive 😦

[- Cognitive and Behavioural :S -]

all…

#I’m just curious why they made it into the Chrome logo…

I feel like I just won the “cognitive bingo…”

Mine is physical, damn it sucks, panic attacks are bitches

expert-jumper:

unscinfinity:

expert-jumper:

It is the year 2046. The time has come for the annual Blog Inspection. Armed android wardens begin to arrive at the homes of the country’s prisoners who were once called citizens. A warden knocks on a ramshackle door. It is answered by an old man, bedraggled, starving, weary. The robotic guard’s abdominal display screen flickers to life with the image of a popular post on tumblr. “This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once,” intones the android. Fear enters the man’s eyes. He has not reblogged this post. He shrieks and, with one fell motion, blasts a hole into the android’s head with his laser magnum. Everyone in the neighborhood watches on in horror as the man, calling for liberation, is tackled by dozens of androids. His screams die with the buzz of plasma spears. There is no freedom. This has to be on everyone’s blog at least once. Everyone’s.

are you okay there

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