leach

[you-are-another-me]

[duckflyfly]

Anne “help he’s HOT AF” Shirley-Cuthbert

[kickjamestsc]

[sheabutterbitch]

[snapsicle]

[baltatyla]

[lesbianforhorror]

The Blair Witch Project, 1999.

[peninthewild-deactivated2025122]

[neveragioia]

[blackqueerblog]

[xliverpool-deactivated20201225]

if the world did more things like this 

[sixpenceee]

8.5" sculpture of a Victorian ghost emerging from an antique mirror cast in resin. Link

[subconscious-realm]

Perfect

[closet-keys]

My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.

I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”

He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral

And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it

I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning

[itsmemeadows18]

[itscolossal]

Luminous Portraits of Sliced Fruit Glow Like Stained Glass Windows

[mountaindulcimer-deactivated201]

By Dennis Wojtkiewicz

[highfunctioningfool]

[huffylemon]

[asthebelltolls]

One time, I had a dream that I was making peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and most of them were the regular measurements in cups and stuff. But at the end of the recipe, instead of saying “2.5 cups of chocolate chips” it said “627 chocolate chips.”

So when I woke up, I made some peanut butter chocolate chip cookies. And instead of measuring out chocolate chips, I counted them (and suffered a lot of odd looks from my family for it).

Well, it turns out that 627 chocolate chips is the amount that the recipe called for (2.5 cups). Not only that, but 627 was the exact amount of chocolate chips that we had left in the house.

[a-lil-strawberry]

Forbidden knowledge was granted you that night

[mirkawaii]