for every 50 notes this gets i’ll read a chapter of this book:
What a horrible way to die.
white mom: quit roughhousing!
white son: fuck u mom
white mom: oh heavens! thomas are you going to let your son talk to his mother like that?
white dad: go to your room billy right this minute!
white son: fuck u both *goes to room and jacks off and smokes weed out of mountain dew can*
depression is like trying to peel a potato with another potato its not fun it doesnt work and you just wanna cry
…why is this such a good metaphor what the fuck
i reblogged it before but then it got better