Cactus Codex

Pony blogger, actual cactus, artist, writer, computer scientist, and linguist. New Jersey / Pennsylvania | 21 | male, he/him/his | asexual hispanic | Cereus repandus, or Peruvian apple cactus

Wow I haven’t posted in forever.

No, I’m not dead. I’ve just been busy with college starting up and all. I should get back to drawing once I get my schedule all figured out.

*boops everyone*

thisishangingrockcomics:

#justnonconfrontationalthings: 

  • when they get your order wrong somewhere but you’re so overly sympathetic to the plight of food service work you take the coffee that you did not want and thank them bc the thought of making someone’s job difficult will make you lose sleep 
  • being with someone who does make note of when things aren’t to their liking (getting seated at a table in a restaurant they don’t want & requesting to move) and getting panicky as fuck that the wait staff thinks you’re the biggest inconvenience in the world and hate u/ spending all meal being embarrassed on behalf of the person making the imposition

(via scifibrony)

It’s near impossible to tell my parents that maybe, just maybe, I might be depressed and should seek help.

Mostly because they don’t believe in depression. They think that people could will it away and they’re unwilling to pay for a therapist for whatever reason.

Telling them would just make everything worse and I think I’ll just have to wait it out until I move away.