hipindie:

best feeling is when you just naturally click with a person. talking all day, every day, no forceful conversation, laughs, attention

worst feeling is when that same person leaves unexpectedly and you’re left there feeling empty because they had once filled your heart.

Not All Moms Deserve Flowers

spiderine:

Shout out to people for whom the Mother’s Day hype is just a reminder of the abuse and neglect they suffered at their mother’s hand.

We’ll get through this, and we’ll get through Father’s Day too. *fist bump*

mackenzie-bree:

Do you ever notice yourself getting bad again…like, you know you’re not doing work that needs to be done, you know you’re not cleaning, you know you’re not taking care of yourself…you know all the things you need to do to start trying to feel better. But you just can’t. And you’re left feeling like shit bc you thought you were getting better but here we are

tomfordvelvetorchid:

Anyways I literally wish i was pretty

sadfishkid:

sometimes i wish my brain had a switch off button or something

avpdnoise:

unstoppable force (my compulsive need to overshare) vs. immovable object (my paranoia that saying anything will cause everyone to hate me)

c-ptsdofficial:

you, throwing healthy coping mechanisms at me: try some of this

me, screaming and backing into a corner: and leave my Comfort Hell??? Never

genderlich:

genderlich:

you ever have 8,045 bad mental health days in a row

you ever have 8,046 bad mental health days in a row

Me: *makes a small irrelevant mistake*
My Brain, banging pots and pans together: YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUCKED UP YOU FUC
Me: *makes huge mistake that will directly affect my future horribly*
My Brain, lounging on a lawn chair with shades on: ….acknowledged

vicioussuggestion:

i’m so fucking obsessed with the idea of being worth something. when will i believe that i have inherent value? when will i be okay?