Realising I'm just another classic borderline

[lostdeepindarkthoughts]

[somewhatsomelikepoetry]

I think the worst part about our break up wasn’t that I lost the person I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with. It was realising I also lost my best friend

[lucky-chaos]

In another life I bet you and I would've worked

[aestheticallybroken216]

[corazon01]

You have fully convinced me that I am forever unlovable.

[sparklecorpse-deactivated201906]

lets play a fun game called ‘is this paranoid thinking or can i actually trust my instincts’

[bigtransmoods]

I hate being psychotic because on one hand I’m being completely and utterly irrational and on the other hand for some reason every living being knows everything about me and wants to kill me and is staring at me.

[thebootydiaries]

friend who lives hundreds of miles away: i made food

me: can i have some

[keplercryptids]

i wish people could be less “all or nothing” when it comes to accessibility efforts. by that i mean, of course it’s important that everything be made accessible. but i feel like some people get caught up in that mentality and decide “well, i can’t possibly make everything around me accessible, so i’ll do nothing instead.”

writing one image description is better than writing none. writing a very brief image description is better than writing none. providing transcripts for new episodes of your podcast moving forward is better than never providing any at all. making something slightly more accessible according to your own ability and resources is so, so much better than doing nothing!

[adventurelandia]

The Plowboy (1929)

[adhdisaster]

hey i was gone for a bit but heres some updates on my life:

a) i’m still mentally ill,

[bakwaaas]

someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow

[ibelieveinmonsters-blog]

what even

really need someone to remember all my passwords lol

[black-lung-band]

It’s the little things that you remember about people.

In the end, when you are forgetting them, the last thing you forget is what their smile looked like, or what color their eyes were. Whether they had abnormally bushy eyebrows or long, full eyelashes that touched the freckles on their cheeks when they blink.

You don’t remember their voice, or the sound of their footsteps, or what it feels like to touch them.

Those are the memories that don’t belong to you, even if they seem most important. They are some of the first to go.

Until one day, when you catch a smell in the wind or a sound in a shop that sparks the faint idea of them and you realize -

they hardly exist at all to you anymore.

[nateswinehart]

Ha ha seriously tho.

[kitsiinabox]

[nateswinehart]

[anightvaleintern-blog1]

I needed to hear this right now. <3

[marqweabyss]

My new favorite post.

[lifemademenumb-blog]

“I fucking hate when I get like this. I can’t move because my body has grown numb in the matter of seconds. The flow of tears down my cheeks seem to never stop and my paranoia grows worse and anxiety rises when I start to doubt myself and believe I am useless.”

— Late night stuck inside my thoughts

[thewolvenstorm-blog]

My heart this morning

Ever wake up and something seems off?Everything not quite right, the very day and world seems strange. Perhaps it’s because my heart feels exposed, that while it may be covered in flesh, it is by no means protected. Every beat sad and heavy as I wish to hide away. While the day may be beautiful, I am far too vulnerable to step outside today.