cheers to your little accomplishments lately that even you might not have noticed
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@imtryinggokay
cheers to your little accomplishments lately that even you might not have noticed
Think some positive thoughts! You deserve some happiness in your day :)
Try looking up positive things or something that you like. Maybe talk to someone that makes you smile.
The world is a brighter place with you in it! Don’t forget that!
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Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.
Drink Some Fucking Water!
• Stay hydrated, my friends! • If you are hungry, grab a snack. • Refill your water glass or bottle if it’s running low. • Get up and use the facilities if you need to. Don’t hold it!
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it is not an evil thing to look at yourself with kindness. your life was never meant to be a punishment
your life was never meant to be a punishment
when i went through psychosis i actually thought it was tbh
i am not doing well, but i'm not doing well in the ugly way. on tv and instagram "not doing well" looks like a messy room, an artsy picture, a painting made in haste. it looks like wild hair and steepled fingers over shadowed ribs. it looks practiced, a woman with a single tear running down her plastic, molded cheek.
i'm not doing well like there's rot in the sink. like i haven't combed my hair in a week. like i don't remember the last time i brushed my teeth. i'm not doing well like sleeping on a bare mattress because i don't have the energy to wrestle with the sheets.
i'm not doing well like i'm lying to my boss about emergencies. i'm not doing well like i have the first-steps of a bunch of projects scattered at my feet, abandoned to dust and spiders and reek. i'm not doing well like i know i'm supposed to be doing something-else, not writing this stupid post. but i can't get up. i can't get moving.
i'm not doing well like. there's not enough time to make up for all the missed assignments. like - when's the last time you ate something healthy? like i think about calling someone for help but - i've already asked for too-much recently, haven't i, no sense in making a fuss when i've already spent the last 3 months falling. it's okay, now. i hit the ground with the same wet crunch. i am a volume of mud, slipping out her white bone fingers, trying to attach life together by electric rods. i don't believe in love. i think i'm going to die alone. i am a playact on motion; the pretend residual girl waving from her animatronic waist.
i'm not doing well to the point i know others will say - again? or still? i know others will roll their eyes like there's always something with her, and they're right, there is always something. i know i'm not-doing-well like shit covered in glitter; i am no longer a work of well-intentioned failure but am now just a fester in the corner of the room, someone else's excuse to flinch and hold their breath and hope i blow over soon.
and i'm just sitting here, on my floor, thinking: i'm gonna lose everything left i have to lose.
knowing it doesn't matter. i'm not going to find the motivation suddenly. i am not going to burst apart covered in blooms. i'm going to watch it all drift past me, peacefully slipping into the dark. into the ooze.
time is slippery these days. i keep waking up surprised by the date - that late? i haven't gotten used to the summer weather yet. i am holding my breath. i am hoping nobody notices i am scrambling. i am hoping it looks easy, an effortless plunge. i am so worried about not having time that i spend a lot of time frozen, trapped in indecision. if i never start anything, i can never really be behind in it, either.
i tell others - i just bit off more than i can chew.
i was raised: that's not an excuse. life handed me a wicker basket of spined and rotting goods and told me - here's too much to handle. others will just expect it out of you. now stop crying and get ready to chew.
when I hear the phrase all lives matter, I am reminded of that passage from animal farm that said all animals are created equal. as the novella kept going, the phrase kept changing and changing . . . every time someone shouts all lives matter, their definition changes . . . and the underlying inequality and destruction of non-white existence remains the same
Dean you fucking nutcase
almost as wacky as when craig made toast
fucking hell craig! you might want to settle down
almost as wacky as when dean was laying on the floor
The reality of Instagram Modeling
This is important.
Bless this post
I really need stuff like this
This is why using Instagram models and pictures from magazines are not good ideas.
-FemaleWarrior
• Stay hydrated, my friends! • If you are hungry, grab a snack. • Refill your water glass or bottle if it’s running low. •Get up and use the facilities if you need to. Don’t hold it!
Happy scrolling!
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Hey Angel! Hope you are all right.
Thank you so much! I'm not doing the best rn, but I'm really trying to be happier.
I don't know how to love myself anymore
I did my eyebrows too dark today and now I look like the villian from lazytown