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 19, still from chicago, still vegan, still sagittarius, still have a crippling caffeine addiction, just a stoner now.

[disordersofresonanceandairflow]

yes I do the sulking yes I do the seething

[enraged-chihuahua]

fuck this *unfocuses my eyes*

[parakeet]

remember back in the day spending hours trying to get the perfect theme for ur blog having it reflect ur whole identity. nowadays its like. i havent looked at my blog on desktop in 4 years and neither has anyone else

[death-cowned]

[saying]

[thingsfromtheinterwebz-deactiva]

[dumdolly]

I’m sad & i want material items so i can be cured for 5 minutes 

[gothyeehaw]

y'all think about love?

[frawgs]

Every Single Waking Fucking Day Do I Think About Love

[penny]

[danger]

[kougie]

One of my favorite tumblr ads so far

[reallyindie]

The Wiggles before they grew up?

wiglets.

[cutekittensarefun]

Omg I’m losing my mind. Adopted these two today from a Persian rescue…

[earthdad]

in my car

me: lets get bumpin!!!!

me: *plays slightly upbeat emo music*

[closet-keys]

My brother was diagnosed with depression years before I was, and because of that he started therapy years before I did.

I still remember when I was a young teen and he was playing a Nirvana song and he stopped it at this one line: “I miss the comfort of being sad”

He told me that when you start to get better, there’s a part of you that misses being sad and that if you start feeling that way you have to be extra extra aware and careful because if you indulge the feeling you’ll go down a self-destructive spiral

And even though that was years and years ago, I think about it all the time. Especially when I’m reading discourse on the idea of getting so attached to mental illness as an identity that you don’t want to improve things because you feel safe in it and don’t know who you are without it

I always think of that line “I miss the comfort of being sad” and my brother’s warning

[skrtt-deactivated20170131]

[medusabraids]