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wjy do they keep laughing at me?? my dad is nott nice to me . . . he keeps being meen and laughnig at me . . . reminds me of bad times when he got real mad and yeld . . he made me take off my pants and show him if it was bloody so he knew if i clogged the toilet. . . not nice at al.

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halp im smol

my dog iss kyut

[peacozy]

She took the midnight train going anywhere

[morningstar21]

Go for it guys

[qqaba]

Please

[anotherknifeinmyhands]

HELLA

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*SCREAMS* YES

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You are forever allowed to pose on my grave,but only if you dance on it first to the tune of It’s Almost Halloween beforehand,record yourself and show it to my ghost when you die

[milkie-yoongi]

I just realized that these days I like picking on humans beginning my sentence with “humans are so ____roast roast roast____” as if I’m some alien machine thing from a planet from the andromeda galaxy

Sometimes I really don’t like being a human

Can I be a bird

[tinywinee]

Me: *sees anyone I care about and wants a hug*

Me: *grabby hands*

[paranovax]

Bongo cat tis so cute!! 🙂

[princessjojotime]

ANIMAL CRACKERS

Animal crACKERs

A M I N A L C R A C K E R S

CRACKER ANIMALS

amiNALLLLLL C R A C K E R

[lamb-chops]

me: *slams tiny fists*

me: I'M HUNGRY AND I POLITELY DEMAND TO BE FED WITH CHOO-CHOO AND AIRPLANE NOISES

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This baby? In desperate need of affection and reassurance? It’s more likely than you think.

[honeyfulelle]

how to get little on your own 🍒

🎀 surround yourself with your stuffies,

🎀 watch a disney movie/cartoon,

🎀 get a pacifier and/or sippy cup, (if you like that and have them)

🎀 get cute little snacks on a plastic plate,

🎀 play soft music,

🎀 try and avoid distractions,

🎀 get a colouring book out and some crayons/pencils/markers,

🎀 cuddle your favourite stuffie,

🎀 surround yourself with things that help you regress,

🎀 build a blanket fort,

🎀 play games on your phone that are aimed at kids,

🎀 talk to your stuffies as if they were real,

🎀 get your toys out if you have them,

🎀 get a cute fluffy blanket,

🎀 wear cute clothes that help you regress,

🎀 make sure you’re in a safe place,

🎀 draw/colour cute pictures,

🎀 watch your favourite little movie.

[littletinybrat]

Caregivers: bedtimes, healthy foods, chores, rules

Littles:

[pingu-at-heart]

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Person: You act like you’re 2 years old

Me, secretly a toddler: Well you’re not wrong

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Anxiety

I’m anxious.

My anxiety has gotten worse.

Why?  What am I anxious about?

I’m worried about college, and about my future.

I’m worried I won’t pass dance tryouts in the spring.

I’m worried that I’m not working hard enough, that I’m being lazy, and by extension that I myself am not enough.

I feel as though I’m working hard, but I’m worried that I’m not actually.

I’m worried I won’t be good enough, that I’m not experienced enough.

I feel horrible about myself whenever I can’t do what I’m expected to do.

I’m worried people will tell me that I’m not a good enough dancer, that I should just go home.

I’m worried that I’m a burden on the team, that I’m just dragging everyone down.

My facial expressions aren’t good.

I’m embarrassed to do them in front of other people.

I’m worried my moves aren’t sharp enough, that I look down at my feet too much.

I can’t do a cartwheel.

I can’t do stunts or tricks.

I can’t do the splits.

I doubt myself and my choice to be a dancer.

I’m worried that my coaches and my teammates will think I’m slacking off if I don’t send in a video of my facials like everyone else.

I’m worried they’ll laugh at me if I do.

I’m not used to exposing myself like this.  I’m not used to having eyes on me when I dance.

When I started dance, it was improv in my room with the door closed so that no one could see.

I feel like I’m going to fast, like I’m gonna crash, but I can’t slow down.

I feel like I’m just being overdramatic; there’s no reason for me to feel this way.

But there is.

I’ve been told (it’s been implied) by many people in my life that my feelings and opinions don’t matter.

Or maybe just 2.

Or 3.

As long as other people don’t see the problem, don’t see my fear and pain and doubt, then it doesn’t exist.  

As long as they brush it off, laugh at me, tell me that I shouldn’t be feeling this way, that there’s no reason to.

As long as people treat me like a practical joke, laugh at the dinner table at the things that I say and do and the way that I act, not once thinking of how that makes me feel.  Just because they’ve stopped doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt.

They never apologized.

They tell me they didn’t do anything wrong, and make me doubt myself and my own sanity.

I can’t trust myself.

I can’t trust anyone.

And everyone that I know will tell you that I’m the calmest, happiest person they’ve ever met in their lives.