All the Things That I've Done

If you like Pina Coladas, and getting caught in the rain If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain If you like making love at midnight, in the dunes of the cape I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me, and escape

[mypsychology]

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[thefrogman]

[mypsychology]

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[wallpaperprintery]

[handsomedogs]

I rescued Gus about 2 months ago! He’s a purebred miniature dachshund (he weighs less than 12 lbs!) who was found wandering the streets. When I first met him he was terrified of people and tried to bite me. now he won’t leave my side ❤️

[featherdark]

Hello

Hello Allow me to introduce myself One of myself The self I made special Just for you because I thought you would like it. But not too special You see I make one for everyone I just like this one the best Because I wore the idea Of a me that was made for you Like a favorite sweater You know Sentimental value and all that.

You don’t like it do you? Don’t lie, your eyes already told me everything. Don’t worry I’ll just make another one You’re bound to like one of me.

Hello Allow me to introduce myself I am a storm A force of nature A force to be reckoned with My surgewater soul My hurricane heart Will drag you out to sea And keep you there Tossing, no, rocking you Natural disasters have no notion of tenderness I guess no one ever told you Storms are only beautiful From a safe distance and in concept.

What’s that? You can’t swim? You should have mentioned that back at shore.  

Hello Allow me to introduce myself I am a disease of the most virulent kind I will infect you With my bacteria-self The microbes of me Will make homes of your eyes Until you hallucinate a reality in which this is healthy While I tiptoe through your veins Seep into your heart I’ll eat you from the inside out Consume you cell by cell And the worst of it is You won’t even realize I’m killing you.

Did I mention The only solution is amputation? What are you doing with that knife?

Hello Allow me to introduce myself I am a hope you had for a better life I am everything you need An ocean of understanding The very embodiment Of lightheartedness and grace In whose soul sits a songbird. I am not shattered into A thousand shards of me My thoughts are not Slicing me apart like razorblades I’m one whole person about one day a week. The rest of the time I’m just everything else.

Wait a minute You wanted me to be me all the time? Well at least we have that much in common.

Hello Allow me to introduce myself I am nothing Before I become a thing you regret The least of your worries Until suddenly I’m all of them The antidote until One day I am the poison You won’t remember How it began It wasn’t nearly so remarkable As the magnificence of the flames in which it ended Maybe the fire Will finally reduce me to something simple.

Could you love me If I was simple? If I was boiled away To just one thing Could you still call it me?

Hello Allow me to introduce myself and myself and myself. I am too much Too many I have to go now

Goodbye.

[amethystdaylai]

“

i love the way the sun & the moon break, the way your body writes words into mine, the way autumn kisses both the spring & the winter, the way grief spills love into every inch of my skin. i love you with abandon. i love myself with distaste. i will never be the same, but i’ll learn to like it this way.

”

—am i manic in this half-gray day?

[muhfuhka]

when the people i thought would understand me the most completely don’t and it throws your whole trust and safety with them out the window

cause if you of all people don’t understand why i’m being this way or don’t even care to enquire into my current state of wellbeing or at the very least give me a chance to explain myself then how can i be myself or reach out to them for help if it results in being judged and basically shamed?? ?

i forgot how much it hurts when i need attention & love but the people you thought would be there are oblivious to everything about me rn

[borderlinehuman-deactivated2018]

The worst thing about being a quiet borderline is that you have all the urges and desires to go out and partake in all kinds of risky behaviors. You want to have tons of unsafe sex, you want to throw tantrums, you want chain smoke for hours, you want throw things at people, you want to scream, you want to fight, you want to get lost in night clubs, you want to drink until you vomit and pass out, you want to get high as fuck, you want to seduce people, you want to steal things, be deep as fuck, run away, crash your car, run in front of a train, you want to starve yourself and strip yourself down to nothing for someone else’s pleasure. You want all of it but the fear holds you back, the fear of hurting others, causing drama, causing pain and the regret that comes afterwards. You fear all that so instead you shut down, You disassociate, you hold it all in until you finally blow up at the people you adore the most. So you’re not just a broken person, you’re not just a drama queen, you are a useless and meaningless pain in the ass. Because at the end of the day all that drama, all that intense excitement and insanity is all that makes a borderline worth living. It’s the only reason they like us around. To inspire them in writing their disgusting little novels about the intellegent crazy lady who leads them down the wrong path. To help write their sad poems about the wild and free girls who need to be tamed. To write their sad breakup songs about the girl who can’t stay. That’s all we’re worth at the end of the day and when you can’t even preform your only part successfully what you have left is nothing. All you have left is a reminder that you really have no place in the world.

[saddestspaghetti]

So, an ongoing theme in the mental health community is “I am not my illness” but I think maybe that isn’t true for everyone, definitely not me. For me there is no line where one ends and the other begins. It is me and I am my mental illness. I’m not only my mental illness but I am my mental illness. It is so deeply a part of who I am, it dictates the kind of people I’m drawn to and even the things I like. I have a personality disorder. There is no “me” without it. I wish I could say that I am separate from my sickness but I’m not. And I will never be.

[ghost-of-bpd-deactivated2022071]

I have a problem.

I want to be adorable; wear baggy clothes and feel tiny, have my hair as a messy bun, wear my glasses and fell asleep in a tiny couch.

I want to be cute; make sure my hair is combed well, wear flowery skirts and white socks, along with stylish shoes.

But I also want to be that mysterious girl; nearly-dirty hair falling to her face, her eyes dark with smeared make up, her long and skinny fingers holding a cigarette while she puts her heavy boots on the table, looking too cool to be even asked about her problems.

Or that cheerful girl, that always smiles, and has a perfect social life, but has to take 5 pills to get through a day even thought nobody knows that. 

Or maybe the girl with a cool sense of style; looking like she has a meeting in 5 minutes, her life always planned, her notebooks covered with perfect writings about future.

But I also want to be the girl who never makes plans; always living according to her mood, never predictable.

Do you see the problem?

[starsappho]

That BPD feel when you apologize to people when they’re being shitty and hurtful to you to avoid abandonement :/

[shoppingstars]

shout out to mentally ill people who don’t go everyday to classes like me because they struggle a lot with what’s going on through their heads. i have constant breakdowns because everyone keeps pressing me and no one notices how hard it is to wake up, get up and go to school. you are really strong and don’t worry about missing classes, your mental health always comes first.

[survivingwithoutsunshine]

me to other people: every emotion you feel is valid! you can express any emotion you want as long as you arent hurting anyone!!

me to me: uhm no you shouldnt express any emotion except happiness bc if you express any negative feelings youre being abusive !!!! youre so

manipulative!!! just keep your feelings to yourself until you explode

[savemefromthissilence-deactivat]

POSITIVE THINGS BOUT PPL WITH BPD

THANK YOU, VERY MUCH NEEDED

[bpd--daisy-blog]

Dissociating is a lot like being high or drunk, except you get none of the happy giddy feelings, but all of the “what the fuck is going on” and “where the fuck am I” feelings. And you don’t get to decide when it happens, or when it starts, or when it stops, and you get no say in how intense it’ll be. You could be at work, or doing homework, or driving, and you it will just hit you and won’t go away, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

[bpd--bumblebee-deactivated20180]

not so cute mental illness things:

• do I want to fuck you, or just steal your personality?

• actually fuck you for being better than me I’m just gonna sabotage you

• feeling like you’re not Tragic enough anymore when bad things happen to people you know

• breaking down in public with everyone watching you, and being cognizant of how irrational you are but you can’t stop

• so hyper empathetic that you cry at everything

• *an hour later* “the world could burn before my literal eyes and i could not care”

• those abusive people you finally cut off, but still stalk on social media (and then have a panic attack that someone who treated you badly still has a normal life and people who love them)

• “that post is TOTALLY about me” (it’s not) *vagues them back for 3 weeks*

• literal petty fits when people block you before you can block them

• “hey are you mad? did I do something?? no really, are you mad at me???”

• “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m s-”