I steal it from behind the ice rink.

This is delightful. I haven’t quinzhee camped since I was a teenager, but once my friends and I made one tall enough to stand in with the help of a friendly gravekeeper and his backhoe.

I thought this was “I’m 14 and this is deep.”

Oh no thank you, they’re not really my thing.

My life would be a lot better so it would make up for the rest.

Everyone gets a bag of werther’s original.

Go outside at least once a day when I don’t need to be outside.

Speaking as someone with recurrent severe depression, my closest friends are the ones who harass me with their love. That said, I would never want someone to try to reach me through my family. Her situation might be different.

Depression is very isolating, it can make you feel unworthy of being around people because you can’t be fun, and you get anxious about making “mistakes.”

My favorite people are the ones who randomly show up, drag me out, ask me for help with something (introvert cheat code,) and buy me games without asking so we can play together.

If she’s an adult, she’s capable of telling someone to back off if it’s too much.

This is my favorite dick cheney deathpost so far.

People are adorable sometimes.

I’d like to invest in your R&D