Oh god thank fucking christ.
I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.
so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!
Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done
The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.
Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.
Most common for me is sitting in the car with my phone or something else similarly expensive and having a strong desire to toss it out the window
Lmao, what the fuck
His absolute power over preteens has corrupted him. Soon he will murder someone and then go live in a cave until he gets giant nocturnal creature eyes and gets all skinny and wears a loin cloth.
I think the ring affected him in ways we can’t imagine.
he looks like the love child of martin freeman and a christmas elfomg^