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i have started to put pictures on my fridge in my current three genres: ambiguous flowers, scary disembodied eyes, and fifteen portraits with the same nose
Now that I’m an adult, with access to adult money, I have to chase myself around the store and tell myself “no, I’m not bying that.”
Sometimes I wish there was someone who'd be patient with me.
Someone who'd listen, think and then talk, instead of yelling and talking over me.
Someone who'd hold me, when I'm drowning in the anger that's eating me alive, instead of scolding and shaking me.
Someone who'd discuss things with me, instead of arguing and ignoring me.
Someone who'd clean my wounds when I relapsed again, who'd tell me that a small bandaid isn't enough for a whole arm, instead of shaming me.
Someone who'd calm me down when I'm having a panic attack, who'd sit it out with me, instead of screaming at me and telling me to stop being such a child.
Someone who'd hold my hand when I'm dissociating so hard that I can't tell where I am at them momemt, someone who'd help me clear my mind when things become so blurry again, instead of walking off.
Someone who'd defend me when someone makes fun of me, someone who'd take my problems serious, instead of ridiculing and humiliating me.
Someone who'd respect my boundaries and avoid touching me when I tell them not to touch me, instead of just pretending not to hear me.
A single stable adult.
Maybe if I would've had such a person growing up, maybe I would be a more stable person myself.
“BuT hoW CaN YOu nOt WaNT kIdS!?”
ummmm hm idk maybe because i was parentified at a young age and spent my whole youth being a parent to my family and now that i’m an adult i have the choice not to and it’s GREAT
Me @ me: [gently holding my face into my hands] a rejection to an invite doesn’t mean they hate you! It means they just have other plans! And if you gave proper notice they will come. It’s simply a first come first serve situation! Don’t freak out!!! And don’t be sad and hate yourself!! Nobody hates you!!!
My heart is
chasing
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.ᐟ ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ - 𖦹 ─
ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ ٨ـ ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ ── ── -
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anything
anyone
any way
to recalibrate ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ
But what if I was
n e v e r
put together
built ﮩـﮩﮩ٨ـ properly
/ / | | | | |
\ \ together
in the first place?
How can you ask me to rebuild myself
when I’ve never known a manual to follow?
When you failed to help me
learn to be my own
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architect?
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What would I do without the voice inside my head calling me out on things and telling me what to do and to take care of myself?
it’s okay to step back when you’re feeling overwhelmed. but remember it’s a break that you must return from. you can’t run from all the hard things forever. that will only make things worse.
i have been scheduling when i have to deal with things and it’s been so helpful. i feel less anxious because i have a plan in place. and! i get to feel really proud of myself each time i complete a task. i try to give myself a little reward each time too.