Casey’s Corner

28 Louisiana He/Him Happily Married 10/23/22

[alicent-florent]

Chappell Roan Grammys 2025 via GLAAD

[strawberry-scented-stardust]

Being bipolar sucks because what do you mean I was doing just fine, and now every minor inconvenience sends me into much emotional distress that I want to claw at my face for weeks

[ghostlyschizophrenic]

It’s World Mental Health day ft. My Twitter

[johnlennonirl]

Here I am, posting something similar like the fibro post... this one goes out to my psychotic folks🫶

[musictomyremember]

FLETCHER - Ego Talking (Live)

[my-unsent-thoughts]

Always be ready to survive alone. Some people suddenly change, today you're important to them, tomorrow you're nothing to them and that's real life.

[two-bees-poetry]

twenty years across the sea

[justagirlwithcurlyhair]

Hang up your wings, crawl into me

Cover me up under your sheets

Roll back your eyes, sink in your teeth

Show me that side nobody sees

I'm addicted to you, you're addicted to me

I've never tasted sin so sweet

[thoughtkick]

“Don’t allow your wounds to turn you into a person you are not.”

— Paulo Coelho

[sadghostgirl14]

[thepersonalquotes]

[perfectfeelings]

“It’s amazing how much damage can be done when you have nothing but good intentions.”

— Tom Marin

[sadghostgirl14]

[sadbeautifutragic]

TAYLOR SWIFT ☆ THE ERAS TOUR "The most wondrous tour of my life, my beloved Eras Tour"

[poetryforall]

[manicpixiepoetry]

On my worst days, nostalgia hangs over my body like dead weight. I carry it with me everywhere, close my eyes when it whispers in my ear and I think this must be what rotting feels like.

Nothing will ever feel like home the way that it did back then. There are pieces of you buried in your childhood, things you did not- could not carry with you into adulthood. And you can’t ever go back.

Sometimes I feel the first warm, unsteady breath of spring and I’m staring at the promise of new flowers through the eyes of a pre-teen girl who so easily forgets the bite of winter. Who can’t fathom that there are entire years of frost ahead of her. And I can’t ever go back.

What is nostalgia, if not the quiet grieving over the loss of something you did not know you could lose?

[timetravelsong]

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write