I'm more than my flat chest! I'm mentally ill
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I'm more than my flat chest! I'm mentally ill
no one talks about how hard it is when your mood is constantly switching between "its okay, i don't care. i'm fine" and "i don't know how much more i can take
I love revoking people’s access to me like actually no you don’t deserve to know me anymore :-)
I had a dream that someone started a meme at the bottom of their tumblr posts that was just a banner of harry styles giving a thumbs up with the text "This post is Ravioli Approved." It got really popular, and eventually Harry got wind of it and went on James Corden and said "this meme is Ravioli Approved." Everyone loved it and it was really funny, and Harry Styles played along. Until one day he tweeted "Donald Trump is not Ravioli Approved." And the next day Trump fucking died.
suddenly everyone was DMing Harry Styles like "am I ravioli approved???" And he mostly said yes, but the ones he said no to died. And the next day it would come out that they had been murderers or just terrible people.
They gave Harry Styles his own government Bureau of Ravioli Approval (BORA) and every baby born got an approval/disapproval rating with their social security number. Infant mortality dropped because every baby except the Disapproved ones lived.
Eventually he did like a 12-hour live special of him reading the death records of the last 20 years and approving/disapproving of their deaths. There wasn't any earthly repercussions to that but im pretty sure it meant he was sending them to heaven or hell?
The dream ended with a looney tunes ending card, except instead of porky pig it was harry in the middle with the message "This Dream Is Ravioli Approved." And i woke up.
@manically-depressedd-psychopath I FOUND IT
fortunately i will only ever get prettier, healthier, and happier. and i hope you do too!
the girls are gua shaing, snacking on raw honey, lathering in heavenly oils, sipping collagen lattes, eating fruits, dry brushing before their showers, daily stretching, eating homemade food, loving on emotionally intelligent men, spending time in nature, creating whimsical art, getting closer to God, creating heaven on earth, seeing love in everything.
There will always be something to live for, even if it’s just the sun coming through your kitchen window in the morning, even if it’s just waking up with time to keep sleeping, even if it’s for the hope that the future will be tender, and sublime, and brighter than then all the stars…
you should really get comfortable believing in love and magic and whimsy or you’ll continue to live a half-life for the rest of the time you have on earth
if i cant kill myself i guess i just have to make art and cook good meals and listen to music and dress up pretty and hope it will be all worth it to be doing something to distract myself forever
i absolutely love being “boring.” early bedtime, slow mornings, praying, small circle, sister dates, health and wellness lover, cooking at home, workout classes, long sunset walks, coffee shops, being at home with my little family, weekly date nights. i have the opposite of fomo.
no one will come to save you but some will offer you their hand to hold when life gets tough and those are the ppl that matter
in the meantime: study, journal, read more books, sit in silence, listen to music, take walks, take the stairs, do more things alone, do more things with friends, take notice of the small wonders of the world, create a sacred space in your mind
I can’t settle for some mediocre relationship I want passion and real love and if it can’t be found in this life I’ll wait for it in the next because sleeping next to someone every night who doesn’t truly understand you or your heart is like dying a small quiet death every day
it’s not someone else’s job to heal your wounds or break down your walls. if you are damaged and emotionally unavailable you’re not a misunderstood tortured soul who just needs to be loved by the right person, you need to work on yourself. wanting a caring and understanding partner is normal but no one is coming to fix you and placing these expectations on someone else is unfair and unrealistic