not super rad

mental health side blog Queer™ // 21 bpd & ednos & gad & dpdr/(did?)

[hereislight]

Just because I cannot commit the act of small talk does not mean I don’t have huge things to say.

Kevin Yang, How To Love Your Introvert (via hereislight)

[not2rad]

happy Saturday

my mom told me that I had "a lot" for breakfast bc I ate a bagel :))) please stop taking your own food anxiety out on me

[homojabi]

honestly, if you feel attraction towards men but don’t want to date or be with them and instead want to date and be with women then you can be a lesbian. lesbian doesn’t need to mean “only experiences attraction to women”, it can mean “only feels comfortable, only prefers, and only prioritizes women & relationships with them”

[inkskinned]

i have received so many messages today asking me: you, a queer cuban girl, aren’t you scared? because we are all scared. we are all scared, because this is the sort of thing that we were all waiting for, secretly, had a fear of it that we held somewhere in the back of our minds.

but it is the month of pride. red is the first color of the rainbow. i am telling myself: what they want is for us to hide. when they throw slurs at the victims, when they cackle about it on a tasteless SNL skit four years from now, when we are a joke again - they want us erased. to be cowering. to slice up our flags and blindfold ourselves.

it is hard to believe that something good can ever come out of this. i don’t think anything could. i am shocked and angry and some part of me is lost. 

but i believe in us, in what we have already surmounted. i think often: isn’t it enough?

but the truth is: we are enough. we were already radicals when we were born. and we are the best kind of rebels, motivated by love alone. we were brave. we stood up to our parents, our teachers, our congress. we said we are here. we walked when they threw things at us, when they hosed us, when they cut out our existence from history books. we walked when we were all of the rainbow, yellow and sick, dark orange with anger, purple with bruises, blue with our sorrows trapped in our throats. and we were so strong, so fierce, a community that grew from beautiful roots into a nationwide movement. and in the face of hatred, we were proud.

keep being proud. love louder. i know you are tired, so am i. but keep walking. keep their names on your tongue. use those letters to shout. we are here. 

and we’re not going anywhere.

[wordsnquotes]

We never talked for very long at a time. It was simply the pleasure of discovering what we each felt.

Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)

[tiredbtw]

In another world, you kissed me back I know that sounds like denial I know it sounds pathetic But in another world, your mother never taught you that your body was a house that needed constant renovations She taught you that it was a home and that if the skin stretched out it was because you were filled to the brim with love And in another world, you don’t use love from boys to make up for the fact that you don’t love yourself Especially when those boys don’t love you the way they say they do And they don’t love you like I do In another world, you know that no one loves you like I do And you don’t keep that hidden from everyone You certainly don’t keep it hidden from yourself And when I kiss you You kiss me back and your skin stretches because you are filled to the brim with love

In another world, you love me the way I love you (via tiredbtw)

[feelthewords]

The Feeling // Justin Bieber ft. Halsey

[regalvoid]

Me: *gets upset because I thought about a hypothetical too much*

[paracosim]

me when I develop a new mental disorder: Level Up

[coltre]

[wnq-writers]

It’s ironic how our hearts can still get hurt by something we’ve seen coming.

krccL (via wnq-writers)

Gonna repost this again.

(via worthless-alone)

[wordsnquotes]

When you find yourself drowning in self-hate, you have to remind yourself that you weren’t born feeling this way. That at some point in your journey, some person or experience sent you the message that there was something wrong with who you are, and you internalized those messages and took them on as your truth. But that hate isn’t yours to carry, and those judgments aren’t about you. And in the same way that you learned to think badly of yourself, you can learn to think new, self-loving and accepting thoughts. You can learn to challenge those beliefs, take away their power, and reclaim your own. It won’t be easy, and it won’t happen over night. But it is possible. And it starts when you decide that there has to be more to life than this pain you feel. It starts when you decide that you deserve to discover it.

Danielle Keopke (via wordsnquotes)

[wnq-writers]

You can’t always be somebody’s ‘forever’. Sometimes you’re just their ‘summer’ or their ‘little while’ …. Sometimes not even that. Sometimes the closest you’ll get is their ‘almost’ or their 'maybe’ And when they leave, the best you can hope for is to be their 'what if’ or 'remember when’… Because you can’t always be somebody’s 'forever’ …. even if they were yours.

Ranata Suzuki (via wnq-writers)

[inkskinned]

i ached to touch her, came apart at the thought of her. she was every thread in my skin, i was always picking her out of my soup, i was full of her to the brim; but yet, without her, empty beyond the horizon.     kissing her was a forest and i was lost in her leaves. her fingers were the warmest thing in this universe, kept us from heat death. she was my eternity, a forever; her laughter ringing alive in my blood long after she was gone.  i lost myself on her hipbones, forgot myself in her arms, her body the river styx i was lucky to drown in. i counted every freckle, kissed her collar bones, melted under her. time stopped between her legs; she created god somewhere on the back of her tongue and i tasted holiness every time she said my name. she undid the laces of my spine, she scooped me off the floor.    we evaporated, licked ourselves off the ceiling. i forgot how to adhere to earth, broke gravity. her moans filled the air and riddled me with arrows. i walked home with her shadow behind me.     she is the kind of girl you can’t forget, she shows up in your soap and you find yourself praying her name at the stars before you realize what you’ve said. she sticks to you. her face shows behind your eyelids.   and you love her for it.

wild ride // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[perrfectly]

You ruin your life by desensitizing yourself. We are all afraid to say too much, to feel too deeply, to let people know what they mean to us. Caring is not synonymous with crazy. Expressing to someone how special they are to you will make you vulnerable. There is no denying that. However, that is nothing to be ashamed of. There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you. Let that girl know that she inspires you. Tell your mother you love her in front of your friends. Express, express, express. Open yourself up, do not harden yourself to the world, and be bold in who, and how you love. There is courage in that.

Bianca Sparacino (via perrfectly)

[bumblepd]

*SMASHING MY EMOTIONS WITH MY BARE HANDS* sucK it the fuCK UP

[borderlinefaery]

someone: hey :) what are you up to?

me: