summer_novak

I love spn, my ship's are Destiel, Sabriel, Samifer, Gabriel x reader Destiel x reader

[thequietborderline]

today's mood, 06/21/2022.

[potsiepumpkin]

Ah yes, the age old game of convincing doctors you need specialty referrals.

[body-of-ouches]

My body when I eat a meal of cold salty plain white rice for the tenth time this week:

[wearingmystripes]

sometimes i think maybe the reason my body is so fcked up is because i never forwarded that email chain to 10 people when i was 8

[diaryofabpdbxtch]

you’re never going to speak to me again and i don’t even know why. i just want to talk to you. you were my best friend. the only person ever there for me , the only person who really knows me. and you left. i just want to know why.

[bpd-posi]

[tfw-adhd]

Diagrams Showing Overlapping Symptoms

ADHD and Autism

ADHD, Autism and OCD

ADHD and OCD

ADHD and Bipolar

ADHD and Dyslexia

ADHD, Autism and PTSD

ADHD and PTSD

ADHD, PTSD and Depression

ADHD, Anxiety, and Depression

ADHD and Depression

ADHD, Autism, and Anxiety

Anxiety, Autism, and Depression

Anxiety and Autism

Anxiety and Depression

Anxiety, Depression and PTSD

[bpdexplained]

[bpdexplained]

[knkxncmxmxmx]

I need to be abandoned. I could never do it myself so I need you to do it for me. If you do I'll be able to live a much happier life. Not one where I'm constantly keeping tabs on you, obsessing over you, having constant mental breakdowns whether you love me or not still.

Please fucking leave me.

[amateur]

[thundergrace]

Thank you for being a friend.

Estelle Gettlemen: July 25, 1923 - July 22, 2008

Beatrice Arthur: May 13, 1922 - April 25, 2009

Eddi-Rue McClanahan: February 21, 1934 - June 3, 2010

Betty Marion White Ludden: January 17, 1922 - December 31, 2021

[borderlineprettymuchdying]

why is therapy only like an hour??¿

bro we only got to talk about like 3 problems

Out of

[she-who-would-be-king]

Angel On My Shoulder

Gabriel X Reader

Summary: Your life sucked, but you endured because well… you didn’t know what else to do. Until one cliched night you met someone else. Someone new. 

A/N: This is kinda supernatural, but kinda not really. But it’s also SUPER LONG AGAIN (you’re welcome for 6,000+ words). It’s a different type of pacing, so heads up. And a change in perspective between Gabe and Reader every …….

Warnings: Swearing (as per usual), abusive older brothers (not Dean, they’re not even in this one), living life with depression and trying to pull through.

“She’s threating our work!” Raphael slammed his hand on the table. “She needs to be eliminated.” He turned to his two brothers. “Gabriel. Go and kill her.” He ordered.

“I’m not your solider.” Gabriel snapped back.

“God left me in charge therefore you must do as I say.” Raphael glared at his brother.

Gabriel glared right back. He hated being told what to do, even if it was something as easy as killing an insignificant girl. He let out a huff of frustration and with a flap of his wings we was on Earth.

It was the middle of the night in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Gabriel questioned how this girl could possibly be endangering the ‘work of God’ but he wasn’t going to argue. He was tired of arguing. As he looked around the street, rain started falling softly onto the pavement.

“Great.” He muttered.

He didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary at first. When he looked again, he noticed a curled-up form on the rooftop of one of the suburban homes. Who the hell would be out in the rain in the middle of the night? He thought.

Gabriel neared the house, careful to stay in the shadows. As he crept closer he saw that the form was in fact you, who looked like you had been crying but that wasn’t what struck Gabriel as odd. It was your soul. He had never seen anything like it. On the outside it was tarnished and dull, beaten and marred; as Gabriel looked deeper he could see how pure and good it was. All the way to its core it was good. It gave a blue tinge, as if it a contained part of the sea residing within you.

……

Keep reading

[kissedby-suicide]

Some days I can’t help but let the sadness consume me. Nothing’s wrong, but nothing is right either. All I know, is that there Is a lingering sadness that I can’t seem to shake. Then there are days when I realize how broken I really am. How many times I’ve had to pick my broken pieces off the floor. The amount of times I’ve watched people walk out of my life. The sadness just keeps building and building and building… But one day I’ll break. I promise.

A.d.c (via kissedby-suicide)

[stability]

size of the donut hole through the years (Via keepfilming)

[unscriptedindulgence]

Interesting. Reverse the chart and it’s my asshole through the years.

[hyperboul-deactivated20180101]

why would you comment that

[curiovsly-deactivated20220305]