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Hideduo meus pais that's the post
DANDADAN!!! 👻👽✨
Siento la misma energía de amor de Okarun y Momo con los nuevos Clark Kent/Superman y Lois Lane, ojalá y sea así cuando veamos la química de ambos en la película
Pd si a alguien se le ocurre hacer un fanarts de Superman x Dan Da dan estaría bien por mi
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— Mary Lambert, Shame Is an Ocean I Swim Across; "You Are with the Wrong Person" (via lunamonchtuna)
no one reads these so I’ll just ramble on about my diagnosis’s to self reflect. First there’s my MDD and anxiety disorder. Years later get diagnosed with BPD, and a year after that I got b type personality disorder. The chronic suicidal ideation isn’t as prominent anymore, so that’s good. I can thank my therapist for that. I’m thankful for her. Truly. I feel like a mess. My family treats me differently. I don’t have much freedom anymore as a 27 year old. But for a good reason, for my safety from the shit I’ve pulled before. Still sucks. I can’t lock my door anymore, but I don’t mind anymore. Anything that sounds remotely concerning a family member will freak out. I can’t look after myself because of my mental illness’s, so I feel like a burden towards my parents. My dad made birthdays traumatic for me now. I hate how young I look. How I act doesn’t give off adult vibes, it gives off 15-16 year olds. It’s so humiliating when people learn this, their reaction just screams “you act immature for your age”. When I worked with my mom for a month and I turned 27 her coworkers asked her if I was lying. They genuinely didn’t believe me. Half of the warehouse didn’t believe me. I’m thankful that I’ve got a youthful appearance, but it’s also a double edged sword. Two separate events the guys I met up for sex asked me if I was underage. “I don’t want to catch a case”
do you see what I mean now? Idk. Just needed to let this out somewhere. I don’t have anyone else to talk about this. I know ones who said they’d be there if I wanted to express anything, but they are too busy. They have their own lives. They can’t just drop anything to help me. I hate asking for help. I hate feeling seen as a time bomb. I hate that my sister thinks that I have the capacity to kill her one day. My family is afraid of/for me. My parents don’t know the extent of my anger, but that’s a good thing. I don’t need that added to the mix.
There is a slight hope of starting over. With everything going on in the country we are considering moving to Mexico. It doesn’t seem worth it to stay here. I wouldn’t mind moving. I love my family there. I love the town. But not a lot of options when it comes to careers and school. Idk. I don’t want to lose the mountains, the feeling of having beautiful canyons just minutes away. I want to see more monuments and museums this state and country has to offer. I’ll figure it out, it’ll be okay.
Theda Bara, 1910s
it’s the fact that I don’t know how to feel romantic emotions anymore lol. Aromantic caused by trauma. There’s also my hyper sexuality, and disassociate when I have sex with strangers. I don’t know who I am anymore.
Faye Wong, 1990′s