Ad astra per aspera

[resonance-of-libra]

This is the Lucky Ace. Reblog to recieve a wad of cash that is oddly specific to your current needs.

[jukaidream]

I reblogged this shit two days ago y’all… what kinda sorcery is this. Oddly specific too …. I’ll take it tho 🤯

[thisisasinkingship]

I think I did it wrong

[freohrweohnatakausta]

This might be…interesting. though, you gotta admit, the card looks kinda cool.

[mllemusketeer]

It’s the ace of pentacles (the suit aligned with earth, growing things, material wealth, and stability—at least if its me doing a reading) from a tarot deck. The Rider-Waite deck, specifically—the one my aunt gave me as a starter deck…

[petiteicedmocha-blog]

[sir-silent-screamer-deactivated]

[secret-mind]

[kurogiku]

you cry choppin onions? pfft weak. i cry chopping onions, carrots, potatoes, tomatoes. yes susan i cry chopping everything i’m depressed susan

[empathunicorn]

[illgodownwithmyfriends-blog]

me, sitting enjoying myself for once: This is ok. my fucking brain: Yes, but have you considered how no one actually loves you? me, beginning to suffer: Oh right.

[maesussolus-deactivated20210318]

Doesn’t Belong To Me

[borderlinepersonalitysuckegg]

I had never for a moment considered the concept that I, as a person, matter.

Growing up I assumed that if I messed up I would be punished, so I would punish myself.

As a teen I assumed that my needs were secondary, so I prioritized others over myself. Even when I needed something.

I convinced myself that no matter what problem I had, I was the source and I deserved it somehow.

Eventually someone tried to tell me that I was too hard on myself. I misunderstood. I started acting differently.

I stopped putting as much effort into things. I acted like the failures didn’t hurt. I acted like I was fine.

I wasn’t.

Every time I messed up, it hurt that much more. Because I said it didn’t.

Every time I wasn’t included I said I didn’t mind, have fun. It destroyed me.

Acting like I was fine and selfish hurt me a million times more than I let anyone know.

But by now I had a new lie.

“No one needs to know”

“Everything will be happier if I seem happy”

“Everyone will be happier if I’m just not there”

Eventually this became an idea.

“What if I just left”

This became

“I should just leave”

Now I would say I’m healthier.

I know that the various thoughts I’ve had were wrong.

But the thoughts are like parasites.

They never go away.

I know they aren’t true.

But sometimes they’re so loud I believe them again.

[jjesuis]

The saddest thing is when a person starts to hide their vulnerabilities from you. When they don’t show or tell you what they feel.

Overtime they stop showing anyone their vulnerability. And it gets sadder when people around them also don’t notice it. Because then that person feels like their emotions are only a weakness. And so they become emotionally distant.

But every once in a while they do get hurt. They do want someone to see that. But no one does and they just cry inside. Those tears freeze to become another thick layer of coldness and emotional distance.

[imaconflictedcontradiction]

I want people to realise how broken I am. But I'm terrified of people realising how broken I am.

- midnight thoughts

[5adk1tk4t-deactivated20200301]

I just. I just can’t stop hating myself. I can’t stop thinking that I’m worthless and hopeless and that no one cares about me.

I can’t stop thinking that people think I “try too hard” or that I’m annoying or needy.

I can’t ignore the fact that I’m no ones first choice do that people have better friends than me.

I guess it’s because it’s true.

I’m hopeless. I’ve been like this for 10 years

I do try too hard. I try SO hard to be “normal” and happy and act like nothing is wrong.

I am no ones first choice. It’s obvious

I guess I can’t stop thinking because I can’t stop seeing it

[shootingstarsareneverfar]

[learntolive-again]

mental illness is

wanting to cry for no apparent reason.

Its feeling helpless and weak and broken and feeling like there’s no way out of the maze that is your own mind.

Its looking at the world around you and seeing all of the horrors and thinking, “I have no reason to feel this way.”

Its panicking out of nowhere and having absolutely no explanation why.

Its feeling alone even when you KNOW that you’re surrounded by people that love you.

Its being afraid to express your feelings because you’re afraid that people are going to judge you for them.

Its looking back at all of the years you’ve spent struggling to understand your own disorder and grieving for the time you’ll never get back.

Its lying in bed for days on end because you simply don’t have the energy to move.

Its looking at yourself in the mirror and hating what you see, even though you know its irrational.

Honestly, its a lot of irrationality. 

Its waking up screaming because the nightmares wont leave you alone.

Its subconsciously pushing away the people who you want closest to you.

Mental illness is a lot of things. Its a struggle, its a fight, its a battle each and every day. 

[sparrowscupoftea-deactivated201]

I’m nobody’s first choice.

[marvelsmostwanted]

Reblog if you're a Slytherin

Slytherin will help you on your way to greatness.

[marvelsmostwanted]

Just taking attendance!

Gryffindor click here

Ravenclaw x

Hufflepuff x

[drunkvanity-deactivated20161113]

I like wearing low cut shirts because I like staring at my own tits