Dick Parts

I'm Rhube.
I like plants and friends and cats and hair.
v gay, v sick, v opinionated

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[tw: drugs, alcohol]

i like that my version of a drug binge is a moderate amount of pot and alcohol for a week or so

anyway guess who’s drunk again

September 14, 2013 @ 9:31 PM 8 notes

somebody needs to come comfort me

w drugs or alcohol

and i’m not putting pants on

September 11, 2013 @ 7:59 PM 3 notes

oh christ this is a very personal post, i am high

It’s funny how i started wearing the shirt that Sean left here jokingly, and now it’s an actual comfort thing.

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September 10, 2013 @ 1:40 AM 12 notes

i knew i was going to burn out, i was like “I need to take it easy and stay home for a while,” but i still didn’t do it, and now i feel like the entire world is falling down on me, and i am just gonna take a few lil’ ‘quels and not drink for a while, and hope it all balances out

June 2, 2013 @ 4:58 PM 2 notes

oh god i am worried about this seroquel recall now

i am v unstable

May 20, 2013 @ 11:55 PM 2 notes

other good things about vanier

Finch:
I wouldn't normally say something like this, but I wish he would get a job. But just because then he wouldn't always be here, all day, all the time.
Rhube:
He has a job! I'm pretty sure he's a drug dealer.
Finch:
Oh, really? Oh, that's good I guess.
May 9, 2013 @ 10:28 PM 4 notes

okay last night i was telling sean about the time i was on mushrooms?? and I said “[…]and I had bondage rope in my bag,” and he was like “Of course you did, and like
um
what’s that supposed to mean????????????
u wanna go???????????????????

May 9, 2013 @ 8:47 PM 5 notes

brandnewswastikas:

Sometimes you just need to bong out with your dong out. You know, vape out with your snake out, bubbler out with your chubbler out, smoke out with your penis skin showing.

(Source: heckacute)

May 5, 2013 @ 12:50 AM 332 notes

brandnewswastikas:

Long story short, don’t try to use wheat. They sound similar, but weed gets you way higher. 

(Source: heckacute)

May 2, 2013 @ 6:50 PM 76 notes

last night i got high and became incredibly emotionally invested in RuPaul’s Drag Race

i spent the entire performance smiling and clutching my lil gay hands, and then the entire lip-sync competition with my brow furrowed and my lil gay hands clutched so hard i couldn’t feel them, and just kept squealing in various intonations

April 18, 2013 @ 9:11 PM 8 notes

finch is coming home, we just talked!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

they will be here tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and they left ativan for in case i have another panic attack!!!!!!!!

April 6, 2013 @ 5:52 PM 5 notes

[trigger warning: drugs]

tune in next time to find out if i ever leave my house again, because i’m p sure somebody slipped me something last night, and now i’d be p okay with not ever going to a party. ever.

January 6, 2013 @ 5:37 PM 3 notes

[trigger warning: suicide, drugs, hospitals]

It seems really out of nowhere, and unlike me to do something like this, and I am just still really confused, and my memory is very slowly coming back.

I know that I was heavily influence in to doing this because of the ativan. Like, it made me think it was a logical choice to take more, and/or try to kill myself.

I’ve never really been under the influence of drugs in that way. In which I haven’t been able to control myself, or be aware of what I was doing.
And half the time I was acting quite logically, just under the overarching scenario of complete hysteria. I’m just so confused. And really distrusting of psychiatric drugs, and really even more distrusting of doctors, as if I needed that. I don’t know where to go from here, and I’m sorry I am reasoning this all out here. I have very little memory, and have been pretty heavily sedated for the past three days.

September 21, 2012 @ 6:18 PM 3 notes

trigger warning: suicide, sexual abuse

I’m just having a lot of feels about this whole situation, by which I mean feels about the feels that I feel that it’s not a big deal, but also feels of not being heard, and feels of hopelessness, and I’ve never in my life wanted to kill myself more, I walked  back from that hospital, planning to take the rest, and maybe drink some alcohol or something, and I just feel like this came out of NOWHERE

And I have been thinking the past few days about PTSD, and how I never considered it a valid thing for me to have, because I just don’t think about it anymore, and it was a long time ago,

but avoiding thinking about it is a symptom. And a lot of things are symptoms. Things that I have. I mean, I don’t even talk to my biological father anymore. I avoid anything that reminds me of that time, or anything surrounding the sexual abuse.

And when b yelled at me today, it was the scariest thing I’ve experienced in a long time. He sounded like him. I was scared. I was too scared to leave, I was trapped in this corner, and I was terrified, and I just went to sleep.

He doesn’t deserve this. He doesn’t deserve to have to deal with this again.

I am breaking. I am slowly breaking and getting worse, and this seems okay to me, and that’s what’s upsetting.

Life is too hard to live right now. I can’t do chronic illness, and I can’t do responsibility, and work, and love, and friends, and I can’t do my own thoughts, it’s too much. It’s all too much.
I want to run away. I hate this.

September 21, 2012 @ 1:55 AM 4 notes
you okay, bb?

A story I don’t actually want most of you to read.

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September 21, 2012 @ 1:39 AM 3 notes