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Acquired Stardust
i don't do bad sauce passes
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noise dept.
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Keni
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Mike Driver
almost home
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Not today Justin

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DEAR READER
Jules of Nature
todays bird

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Show & Tell

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cherry valley forever

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Trauma. Recovery. Life. Dark Humor.
You're Burnt Out Because You Keep Pouring From a Cup You Won't Refill
You know that friend who somehow becomes the unpaid therapist, emergency contact, life coach, babysitter, relationship counselor, and occasionally an emotional support raccoon for everybody around them? Hi. It’s us. Somewhere between “I got you” and “don’t worry about it,” we accidently turned ourselves into a one-woman customer service hotline for everyone else’s chaos. Then we sit in our cars…
You Can't Heal in the Same Environment That Broke You (Yes, That Includes People)
There comes a point in healing where you realize your breakdowns aren’t random, they’re connected to environments you keep forcing yourself to survive in. The same conversations. The same dynamics. The same people who say they’ve changed but somehow still make your nervous system feel like it needs a helmet. You can’t keep touching the same emotional stove and act shocked when your hands are…
Triggered & Tired
If you’ve ever had someone gently ask “are you okay?” and suddenly felt your throat tighten like you just got caught doing something illegal, even though all you were doing was existing, welcome. That reaction isn’t random. It’s your nervous system going, “Oh no…we’ve been noticed. Abort mission.” For people who’ve spent years masking, surviving, or holding it together for everyone else, being…
Trauma Cocktails : When the Pain Tastes Good
The first time I used meth, I didn’t just get high. I felt normal. Which is a crazy word to use when admitting I used to do meth. That’s not “normal” to most sane people. Not euphoric. Not wild. Just…quiet. Regulated. Like someone finally turned the volume down on my nervous system. And that’s the part no one warns you about. Substances don’t just numb pain – they often solve it, at least…
If You're Going to Play Captain Save a Hoe, Let You Be the Hoe You Save
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Bipolar Brain, Half-Finished Hobbies, and the Blog I Ghosted
Hey friend. Yes, I know. I disappeared. Again. If you’ve been checking for new posts and thinking, “Did this girl abandon the blog already?” the answer is… sort of. But not in the dramatic “burn it all down and disappear into the woods” way. More like the classic bipolar way: I got really excited about something else, ran full speed into it, and forgot this existed for a few weeks. Welcome to…
I think true love is when two people make each other love themselves more.
Normalize apologizing after you were wrong instead of being defensive and disrespectful because you're embarrassed.
Trauma. Recovery. Life. Dark Humor.
Trauma. Recovery. Life. Dark Humor.
Trauma. Recovery. Life. Dark Humor.
Trauma. Recovery. Life. Dark Humor.
Trauma. Recovery. Life. Dark Humor.
Trauma. Recovery. Life. Dark Humor.