#therapy?

[mayowayo]

"Just talk to your therapist about it!" My therapist:

[crimson-and-clover-1717]

Every song ever written is about Ed and Stede. Fact.

The Northern Irish rock-band, Therapy? were particularly prescient in 1994 when writing ‘Die Laughing’.

Darling Ed. I wish we’d got season 3 to see you truly love and heal every version of your own sweet self.

[t3acupz]

[panoramicireland]

One of my favourite bands, Therapy? brought their iconic Troublegum album to Dublin's Olympia Theatre on Halloween night and I was there to photograph them.

[bluebelleisabelle]

When Shea Fontana wrote the new generation of Monster High, I don't think she intended for a 19 year old to rely on it while she's having a mental breakdown, but that's precisely what I'm doing 💀

[bichenique]

gang i am depressed bc im scared to confess my feelings for a guy. i argue w myself that im gaslighting myself that i like him. how the fuck did this happen.

like my friends already heard me yap abt it and i feel bad for doing so (they dont gaf, they love me, and i love them for it).

but like dude id rather risk getting rejected than die w unspoken words. but speaking is a bitch.

i will have this figured out. trust.

[dawnofiight]

LOIKE THERES no way I went through that little melt down over me possibly repeating my self in an ask 🤨

[shitpost-it-tristan]

Me, having the absolute worst day: the universe is out to get me, I swear to go-

Me, remembering that fix it felix jr exists: you know what, life is SWELL!

[wenchtoast]

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

Select Magazine December 1992/Therapy?

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[lazyasriel]

*finds a wasp nest in brother’s room”

Me: omg careful you don’t turn into a flesh hive bro

Bro: what?

Me: what?

*walks away in tma trauma*

[demirbas]

[deesi-academia]

spotify ads ruining my sad state of mind because of a sad song has the same energy as my ✌️ when i pass by a mirror while crying

[conduitstreetcat]

Book 2 Chapter 9: Holidays in the Abyss

I'm sitting in a recliner, opposite an empty pedestal, surrounded by frescoes. Oh god no - not here *again* - I thought I'd got rid of this -

At least the minotaur is out - I am sitting in his chair.

I hear a sound, look down - there's a tiger sitting next to me, leaning against the chair, his head in my lap. I smile, scratch him between the ears, and he chuffs, his whiskers tickling my belly, making me giggle. He looks at me with a smug look, like it was his intention all along, and I feel myself smiling wider. Such cute animals. Like cats but bigger. I should get one.

I hear footsteps; the minotaur walks in, stops when he sees me and the tiger.

"Another one! Those bloody beasts are everywhere!" he shouts. I look at him puzzled and slightly indignant - this tiger is cute and we were having fun.

"Look at that!" he gestures at the empty plinth. "They knocked my new bloody telly over! There's hairs *everywhere* and they're using the frescoes as scratching posts! *And* my chair! Get your big head *off* my armrest, you bleeding monster!"

The tiger's ears move back and his tail swishes. Huffing, he gets up, walks out. I guess I should get out of the minotaur's chair or something - there's only the one here. I stand up. I'm naked again. Of bloody course. At least it's not cold.

"The stuffing's coming out of it," he complains, pulling at the side of the chair. "They ruin everything. Everything!"

I don't remark that there's not much to ruin - an ugly chair and a TV in the centre of a labyrinth is hardly House of the Week material.

"Where do they come from?" I ask. He looks at me, scowls. "How am I supposed to know? You tell me! And tell me how to get rid of them or at *least* house-train them - they're fucking pests!"

Read it on AO3!

[absintheaspic]

I think we should be forcing our OCs to do sand tray play therapy