coping-skill-toolkit:

During my first month with my therapist, I was given this worksheet to read and work on. She noticed that while I was talking with her, that my thoughts followed a lot of these. I wasn’t aware that my anxiety had brought me down paths of low self-worth and stinky thinking. 

After a couple of weeks of talking with her, she gave me this worksheet to work on. 

While, at first, I thought these weren’t going to work out, I was very surprised to see just how easy they were to use . My homework at that time was to identify which sort of thinking I used on the regular and which ones would best challenge them for me.

So, what do you think? Do any of the maladaptive thinking patterns sound like you? which ways would you like to untwist your thinking? 

barbieofcolour:

artglow:

i literally completely forgot about this until like now but around 2 years ago? i think i twisted my ankle getting out of this high up car and i complained abt it on tumblr n i got multiple anons asking abt it but it was.. the same person and they came off anon and literally? gave me basically medical advice? and would ask how i’m doing almost every day for a week.. then i slowly realized the person had a foot fetish after scrolling thru their blog for 2 minutes so basically i got scammed into sending free feet pics

theonetruegemini:

cricketsqueak:

elemeno-pee:

mitochondriaandbunnies:

Dan and I bought a thing called “long ziti” from the local Weird Bargain Store, largely as a joke, but…. I have never had a more unsettling pasta experience in my life. They wouldn’t bend enough to cook from top to bottom simultaneously, and while they were cooking boiling water kept spouting out from the tops of them out of the pot, like a boiling pipe organ.

Then they were so long and floppy and hoselike that we couldn’t pick them up with anything other than tongs, and then they were so long and unwieldy that it was basically impossible to sauce them without them all slithering out of the bowl like wet snakes. They then proceeded to cool down almost completely within the the seconds it took to walk to the living room.

Eating them was like eating a bowl full half melted drinking straws.

Bringing back Long Ziti for another round because it’s just too funny

real life creepypasta

Pump the sauce through it