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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
trying on a metaphor
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Today's Document
DEAR READER
Misplaced Lens Cap
Origami Around
Acquired Stardust
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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Keni
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Xuebing Du
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we're not kids anymore.
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@cricketsjourney
Nobody tells you how much mental illness fucks with your perception of time. How you can’t place memories right. How you can’t distinguish if something happened a month ago or a year ago. How you lose entire chunks. Weeks, months of memories just get brushed away somewhere. What you do remember just ebbs and flows together. You’re never really in the moment so you can’t ever really hang onto it.
The only things that’s certain… no matter what💀 -T
well nocturnal panic attacks are no fun.
That urge to cut.
When you're therapist reevaluates the diagnoses you've been given in the past and everything makes more sense
THIS. IS. THE. REALEST. SHIT. I. EVER. SAW. ON. TV.
What Tumblr thinks bipolar disorder is: Teehee! I didn't take my meds today, so I'm happy right now! Oh no, now I'm sad because my bagel landed cream-cheese side down on the floor! I HATE MY LIFE I WANNA DIE. Haha, just kidding i'm happy again. So random~
What bipolar disorder really is: *standing in line at 7-11 behind a slow old lady* God, I should fight that bitch. I should really just say something mean out loud. Fuck her. Fuck her right in her old-ass pussy. Slow-ass mother fucker. I could literally bend her ass like a sheet of paper! I'M INVINCIBLE. I'm flawless. I got this. Fuck taking medication. I feel fine.
*three days later, out of nowhere*
Why am I such a piece of shit? Oh god, everything I do is embarrassing and miserable and I should just die. How could anyone love me? Why is the world a cruel place? All I wanna do is eat gummy bears and not shower for like a week. That's all I deserve because I'm the worst. I can only pray a meteor comes and blows my sad existence to hell.
Where everybody knows your name...
Which of my feelings are real? Which of the me’s is me? The wild, impulsive, chaotic, energetic, and crazy one? Or the shy, withdrawn, desperate, suicidal, doomed, and tired one? Probably a bit of both, hopefully much that is neither.
Dr. Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness (via intlbipolar)
I don’t have a problem. I am the problem.
(via saveyourselfstayalive2)
It’s going to be one of those days.
Skills include: • bottling feelings • petting cats • not replying to texts • wallowing in self-hate • cuddling • talking too quickly • petting dogs • ignoring problems • over sharing
Me all the way. (Not my photo)
