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occasionally subtle
Jules of Nature

shark vs the universe
i don't do bad sauce passes
wallacepolsom
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON
todays bird

pixel skylines
Monterey Bay Aquarium
noise dept.

if i look back, i am lost

@theartofmadeline
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@bpdchu
don’t you just love how mental disorders are basically buy one get seven free
I didn’t even really want the first one my mum made me buy it
Mine’s a family heirloom, passed down through generations
i don’t even need to read this to know that i am
self care is putting yourself to bed on a regular schedule because it’s the base treatment for mood disorders
there’s no twist or anything it’s just really really good for u to sleep at consistent times
me reading this at 5am:
caring about stuff is honestly such bullshit
me: being abusive is bad
500 tumblr users with a url like “bpd-hamilton”: hmm…ever heard of something called…bpd??? why do you hate mentally ill people op. we cant all be neurotypical karen
Brain: BUGS ON ARM
Eyes: It's okay there's nothing there.
Hand: I checked too, there's nothing there.
Brain: ...
Brain: BUGS ON ARM AND LEG
No offense but those of you who comment shit like “um have you ever heard of BPD?” on posts about not being an abusive shithead are contributing to the stereotype that people with bpd are doomed to be terrible people forever and I hate it
having bpd doesn’t excuse abusive behaviour. if you engage in abusive behaviours because of your mental illness, you’re the one who should do something about it, not the people around you.
me: *says anything*
anyone: haha cool
me, immediately panicking:
me: hey friend: *after two minutes of not replying* hey whats up me: *washing the gasoline off myself* not much hbu
just now realized the implication is the person was about to light themselves on fire. i’ve had this tagged as #me for months thinking it was just a post about loving gasoline
I honestly feel like re-traumatizing yourself isn’t coping it’s self harm and normalizing this as coping is not only maladaptive but harmful in that it makes people, no less minors, think re-traumatizing themselves is a good way to cope and then “I do x horrible thing” can be excused by the words “to cope” afterwards
Psychotic doesn’t mean evil Psychotic doesn’t mean evil Psychotic doesn’t mean evil Psychotic doesn’t mean evil Psychotic doesn’t mean evil Psychotic doesn’t mean evil
Psychotic means someone who experiences hallucenations and delusions. We are not evil or murderous or dangerous. Stop throwing the word around a hurting actual psychotic people
depression apathy is
- walking past your favorite snacks at the grocery store and not having the energy to even want them - listening to your favorite songs and feeling nothing - only being able to muster half a smile when your lover finishes telling a joke - everyone asking you to speak up because your voice feels too heavy to raise - getting irritated at things that force you to feign interest or participate in small talk - knowing you’re kind of acting like a dick but feeling too drained to do anything about it
Okay also when someone asks you to repeat what you said and it requires all your energy to say what you just said again even if it was just a few words
fake conversations in your head of you venting to someone
how I stay sane
arousal! repulsion! arousal! repulsion! arousal! repulsion! arousal! repulsion!
from my parents i learned that love meant fear and hurting. love meant having fights. it meant yelling. drinking, throwing bottles at each other, shattering glass against walls. cutting holes around paper faces, stabbing holes in the heart. it meant hospital visits and flashing red and blue lights and loud knocks at the door and questions. lots and lots of questions, stemmed from a lack of understanding from curiosity, and from the suppression of memory love meant hurting, each other and yourself. love meant chaos.
but i know love does not mean that love means comfort love means quiet love means kindness love means kisses love means compliments love means caring. love means sleep, love means dreams, love means softness and skin against skin only to heal and not to hurt
but i fear i am becoming like my parents, and it is hurting