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me at any random moment

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He looked incredibly…handsome, masculine and 100% authentic

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I made it

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Exposure Therapy Doesn’t Work That Way

I occasionally encounter well-meaning people who, upon hearing of my anxiety disorder, take it upon themselves to “help me face my fears.” They know a little bit about exposure therapy, so they figure that if they just tell me “You can do it! It’ll be fine!” and throw me into the anxiety-provoking situation, I will conquer my fear.

In case it wasn’t clear from the title, that doesn’t work. At all. Ever. Do not do this to someone. Real exposure therapy is done gradually and with a trained professional. There is always, always the option to say no/stop without getting in trouble. If the anxious person doesn’t have a way out of the situation, it’s not exposure therapy. It’s throwing someone into the deep end without a life jacket.

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Borderline

I used to greet each promise of love with a smile / and hands behind my back to conceal the knife / I used to walk the line between fine and borderline out of my mind almost every night / searching for a divine answer in between the shower tiles / thinking my sanity slipped down the drain, leaving only ghosts to rule my mind / and if I had a dime for every time I chose a name better than mine and a dress to hide behind / I wouldn’t be wasting my time putting down words on a line

I’m afraid there’s too much dirt under the fingernails of my past / too many pain-shaped mistakes / and crime-scene-taped fingerprints I don’t want you to find

but you gave me an armful of happiness / and now I’m standing out in the open on the edge of here and forever / your strength stands like a scarecrow in the spring fields of my mind / my black-winged worries, my beady-eyed fears don’t dare come closer / I killed the madness in me, I let those sparks die because I’ve found something better

you replaced all of my arrows with roses / traded in my bullets for blushed cheeks / I am defenseless, happily helpless / safe under the shelter of a promise I know you’ll keep / I smile like a child into the face of the unknown / as it gnaws at the edges of my fields with the appetite of a wildfire / eating up the ground, slowly reaching the earth beneath my feet / but I no longer fear the flames as I lean into the heat

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not to be r*mantic on main but i deserve to be able to climb onto the roof of an abandoned building and stargaze with someone i love at least once in my life

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me watching the met gala every fucking year

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you’re valid and loved ♥️

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let’s hear it for p stump

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If I stop playing Mario kart to talk to you then you’re special

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New York City, 1984, RA Clayton