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@stength-and-sass
Gentle reminder that the brain gets used to intense stimuli over time and that it tends to seek out things that make you feel bad again once you’re in a better place
So if you’re suffering from trauma, abuse or depression then don’t beat yourself up about wanting to feel bad again and seeking out triggers or abuse. It’s not because you deserve any of that, it’s because your brain was exposed to bad things for so long that it can’t make sense of how you’re doing now.
We’ve all been there. It’s going to be okay. You can do this.
Slutty in theory but not in practice
I don’t think I’m supposed to be here for a long time
what i mean to say is maybe in another world we’re both eight years old chasing each other in a field of daffodils and maybe in another one we’re at the end of our lives sitting on our front porch watching our thousandth sunset together. maybe in another world we’re seventeen and you’re breaking my heart harder than you’re breaking it right now. maybe there’s a hundred different you’s and i’s in a hundred different worlds and maybe we find each other in every single one. maybe in every single world we still don’t get it right. but maybe in another world the sky is always pink and you can see the stars at every hour and maybe in that world you aren’t afraid and i’m not hurting and just maybe we get it right
I’m at the point in my life where I need you to be straight up honest and back up every word you say with actions. If you miss me, tell me. If you wanna see me, show up or ask me to come over. If you’re upset with me or something in general, tell me. I’ve done the whole playing games, chasing hearts around that never belonged to me. I’m done doing it. If you want me, I’m here, where I’ve been. Say what you mean and mean what you say.
so many people are in love and not together and so many people are together and not in love
be so completely yourself that everyone else feels safe to be themselves too
i can’t think of much that i aspire to more than this
do you ever think like. yeah. I’m doing good. and then you’re like. oh. oh I’m crying
therapist: how was your week?
me: mm.. i can’t remember
me after being diagnosed w sleepy bitch disease
does anyone else feel like….idk how to explain it….like completely disconnected from life around them? constantly going “these are my friends” and “this is my home” and “this is my life” and “this is my body” to remind yourself that you’re not just some timeless floating essence and even those mantras are completely useless and you almost never come down from it and you’re feeling like….everything is real but also completely fake at the same time