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@afinsta
Create a safe space.
I feel like I have wasted what is supposed to be the best time of my life being depressed and I don’t really know how to get over it.
The picture is not mine!
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To those we love
To those we lost
And those of us
Whose paths have crossed.
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About this: I’m in therapy. I am in recovery. I am healing.
This triptych is part of a book I’ve been working on.
I’ve been suicidal since the third grade. What I’ve learned over the years is, being suicidal is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not your fault. You’re not “broken” or “worthless” or any of that.
We have the power to change our relationship with anything. We can find balance within ourselves. It’s there.
If you were looking for, or needing a sign? Here it is.
If you needed permission? Take mine.
It might take you a few tries, yes, but there are many people who can help. It’s a slow process but you are worth it. Don’t give up!
I love you and I’m proud of you!
-Justin
being suicidal from such a young age really fucked up my decision making process. dumb brain always being so dramatic. bad day? k*ll urself. get into a fight? end the relationship. room is messy? burn the house to the ground. like damn bitch pick a reasonable response for once
I am once again begging for someone to kill me
On our first date she told me about every bad quality she had, as if somehow that would scare me away before anything could even begin. But in reality all it did was make me want to see her again. A heart like hers understand a heart like mine.
On our second date she took me to ikea. It was a last second decision that quickly turned into the best date of my life. By the time it was over we had our entire life planned out. It was like she saw a future in me that no one had before.
Her laugh is exactly like mine. I’ve always hated my laugh, it was too loud, too obnoxious. But sitting next to her in that theatre both of us laughing in a way that drowned out everyone else’s and that was it. I wanted to keep her.
She’s the first person to ever write poetry about me. Something I’ve always craved but never received. I still cry over every word.
This girl believed in me more than anyone ever had. She grasped my hands and made me chase the life long dream I never thought I was good enough for.
The first time she met my mother she shocked her by saying she was going to bring me dinner while I was at work. I don’t think my mom had ever seen someone try to take care of me.
And she did try. Truly she tried her hardest for me. Tried to be good. Tried to be okay. Tried to be in a relationship. Tried to love me.
She was my first ever New Years kiss. We were both shitfaced drunk, I had a bruised butt from trying and failing to kartwheel a hour before. But in that moment everything was perfect. Her and I were a force to be reckoned with and damn anyone who tried to break us.
We had lived very similar lives. Ones full of heartbreak and trauma. Boys used us as objects to keep them busy. We were a punching bag, a bed warmer, a mistake. Neither of us could have told you what truly being happy looked like. Because of this she always got me. And got what had happened. Never did I have to justify anything to her.
The last night we spent together was the best one. Never had I ever felt as beautiful as I did when she looked at me. She was good for me. And like all good things, they never last.
She never wanted to hurt me.
Even though I’ve forgiven her, she still hasn’t forgiven herself.
Being friends with an ex is an unusual experience. But she still treats me as if nothings really changed. But it has. Things are so different now.
To this day the colour yellow still reminds her of me. She tells me about her day sometimes and yellow somehow gets mentioned and she never fails to tell me, “So then I started thinking of you.”
If this poem wasnt enough proof. I still love her. And I can pretend that’s good enough.
15 reasons why you should love my ex girlfriend// 4am
Being a Good Partner When You're Bipolar
There are a ton of resources for loved ones of bipolar people on being a good caregiver and partner, but I haven't seen much in the way of encouraging the bipolar person on being a good partner. I'll be the first to say that I am NOT great at being a good partner, but I am trying and learning more and more with each episode. Here are some things I want to encourage you with.
1. Your partner's emotions and thoughts are just as valid as yours.
2. Practice empathy every chance you get.
3. They listen to your troubles, make sure you step outside of yourself enough to listen to theirs.
4. Be the supporter when they need it.
5. Give affection and smiles.
6. Be encouraging even when you're in an episode.
7. Practice positivity.
8. Tell them how much you appreciate their attentive love and care.
9. Let them know you understand the struggle they sometimes face in loving someone with this disorder.
10. Practice your self care! The healthier you can be, the better it is for your relationship.
And for an extra:
11. Love unconditionally.
depressed.
that word. that damn word. 9 letters that carry such a colossal meaning. the overuse of this word has diminished its meaning. let me explain to you what it means to be a depressed person.
the best way i can describe depression is feeling everything and nothing all at once. it’s feeling so overwhelmed with every emotion that you don’t actually know which emotions you’re feeling. it’s like holding your breath but never feeling the water. it’s confusion, anger, heartbreak, sadness and hysteria. it’s everything and nothing all at once. you can’t explain how you feel because you don’t know the answer yourself, so you keep quiet, because you don’t want people to worry.
your days merge in to one. one minute its monday the next it’s thursday and you have no recollection of the days in between. it’s not knowing the date for days on end because the term days doesn’t mean anything anymore. it’s ignoring the sunlight for the darkness of your room.
it’s not eating because you don’t feel hungry. it’s overindulging because you want to feel something. it’s sleeping for 12+ hours each day. it’s not sleeping for more than 4 hours a night. its crying, fear, isolation. its not messaging your friends back but still scrolling through social media because you have no energy to do anything else.
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it’s also going out everyday, whether that be to work, school or to see friends. it’s cracking jokes endlessly. it’s carrying out a normal daily routine as if nothing is wrong. it falling asleep on monday and waking up on tuesday. it’s smiling. it’s feeling. it’s everything and nothing.
depression doesn’t have a type. it doesn’t have a face. it doesn’t have a particular appearance. it can be the most obvious thing in the world or almost invisible. but however it is shown through the person who’s life its controlling does not mean a depressed person who appears happy is less depressed than someone who ‘appears’ depressed. depression is a mental illness, not a look. it’s not an adjective to throw in as a replacement for feeling ‘sad’. its real and it sucks.
My therapist wanted me to come up with a worksheet that accommodates my own needs for tracking down my symptoms.
I've always found it difficult to pinpoint what is causing what symptoms, what I'm feeling and why, etcetera, so here I've made a questionnaire that actually is relevant enough for it to be useful for me.
I've incorperated the chart and scale that I've shared a couple times on here before, as they've always been a super huge help for me as well.
Maybe this symptom-tracking worksheet will be useful for some of you too!