I'm Getting Better, But It's In Small Steps

[velaneze]

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[pearlmarley]

I agree with everything he's doing

[hotboyproblems]

someone else: *makes a mistake*

me: don't worry buddy! it is not a big deal! we can fix this! we'll figure it out!!

me: *makes a mistake*

me: i am irredeemable worthless garbage and i want to die

[lmm-43]

I’m such a “nah I got it” and suffer in silence type of person.

[sadiepickles]

The biggest scam your brain is telling you is that everybody else is human and allowed to make mistakes but that you yourself have to be perfect and flawless to deserve their company

[tatliruyalar]

No one needs to know. Just do your thing and be content.

[writingsforwinter]

i wish it were easier to ask people, “can i just have a little extra love today”

[bloodbornebutch]

please don’t forget you’re loved. anxiety lies. people care. you are loved. It’s ok.

[uwuzuya-deactivated20221118]

i only have two modes: excited and Self-Destruct™

[seashellronan]

Constantly torn between “my sexuality is none of your business” and “lmao I hope they don’t think I’m straight god forbid”

[hyperactivehedgehog]

Cultivate a style that screams ‘not straight’ but still makes people wonder what the hell you are

[ofgeography]

[feministism]

[dankmemeuniversity]

[siriusc]

do you ever get stuck in between “it’s ok not to have everything on track i got time” and “i’ve already wasted my life at the ripe old age of 23”

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“I like people who dream or talk to themselves interminably; I like them, for they are double. They are here and elsewhere.”

— Albert Camus (via quotemadness)

[cardcaptorr]

me: *suddenly turns really cold* person: whats wrong :/ what happened me: nothin. just thinkin bout that time u hurt me 2 months ago on thursday at 2:36 pm. bye

[ruinsmami]

we have to accept that some people are really fucked up and it‘s not our job to heal them

[swdyww-deactivated20210428]

Things are more tolerable when you realize no one is worth impressing and every1 is caught up in their own fragmented feeble senses of selves