#and intrusive thoughts

[ari-orangebox-collection]

Chelley week day 5: regrets/stargazing

Memories come back more violently at night, in the quiet darkness when there’s no work to be done. Distrust and resentment rear their ugly heads.

And everybody likes revenge.

[conquerthenight]

Fuck, I got “Kein Lächeln War Je So Kalt”…another year of depression I guess 🤷

#24 on ur spotify wrapped describes how 2024 will go, how screwed r u

[syn4k]

[beenovel]

Ok I’m having a slight mental breakdown about the sun the last couple days (idk what’s happening but every time the sun touches me I get these horrible intrusive thoughts like “I’m not wearing sunscreen, my skin is going to peel off my body, I’m going to get melanoma and die of sun cancer”) so to reassure myself and spread awareness here are the signs of melanoma and when to get it checked by a doctor:

[omgitskaii]

lingering impulses.

[housegoblin]

let's get burgers 48 "air conditioner"

[thebearme]

the random intrusive thoughts hit hard

[vexwerewolf]

I think the most fucked up thing about intrusive thoughts is it's really difficult to discuss them without discussing their content, because without a discussion of their content it's impossible to get across just how distressing and debilitating they are. "Oh, you have unpleasant thoughts sometimes? Yeah we all have that, I guess."

But if you discuss their content there's this huge risk of people just pulling away in disgust. "Oh god, you have THOSE sorts of thoughts? They should lock freaks like you the fuck up!" As if they think people act on every single thought they have.

[kookydoodleky]

Pomni is having the best moment of her digital life

She’s also about to faint

[the-jesus-pill]

You cannot pretend you give a shit about people who suffer from OCD or other compulsory disorders, and then turn around and declare people have to feel guilt about their thoughts to be a good person.

No one has to punish themselves physically, verbally or mentally for having intrusive thoughts, no matter what those thoughts are about.

And expecting people to do grand gestures to prove they really are sorry for having intrusive thoughts is vile and abusive. No one has to perform remorse for your entertainment.

[lolapath]

Ahhh my favourite drink 🍷 the og post (Ig?)

[underwhelmingalchemist]

*mom voice* You can get these words back when you know what they mean

[zubzooks]

use carefully.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Mary Harrington finally gives up one day, boards a plane home alone knowing that her husband is likely already in bed with a woman ten years younger than her. For the first time in her life, she doesn't feel hurt. Only mildly disgusted, maybe with herself too.

She arrives in Hawkins to ruins that are slowly getting rebuilt, smoke almost cleared, and weird whispers about her son and his new friend, the trailer trash Eddie Munson. Something about being too close, too intimate for two men. She feels the familiar disdain, the words "what would your father think" - and then exhales and lets them go. She is past caring about Richard Harrington.

Instead, she sits down with them. She is honest, she was in love once and she knows those eyes - Steve's look like her own, after all. Behind the adoration, she sees the darkness in Steve's face, the pain, and thinks - I couldn't fix my husband, but I can fix this. She gently asks them both if anyone has been giving them trouble. When she hears several familiar names of local God-fearing women, she laughs for the first time in what feels like forever. "Leave them to me," she says.

She stops by for coffee. Chats a little. Gently opens the topic of the rumors about her son. And then: "I understand, Linda. Homosexuality is a sin. What a funny thing, one could say the same about fucking my husband last spring. Of course, it's been so long...I'm sure your husband knows?" One by one, the rumors quiet down and Mary's smile grows into its old radiance.

The first evening back, she summons all the remaining rage, disappointment and sadness over wasted years, poking at old wounds until she's sobbing. And like that, she calls Richard and wails into the phone how everything is destroyed, their house almost gone, and gently guides Richard to the brilliant idea of signing over the small flat in the center he's been renting to Steve. She knows Richard has no patience for her emotions, and she sobs out how Steve has been fixing the town, how he'd become everything Richard had ever wanted, a true pillar of the community, but he has nowhere to sleep, oh how it's breaking her heart, what would the town think-

He promises to send over his lawyer the next day. She thanks him through the tears, says one last "I love you" and with the click of the ended call, dries her tears and pours herself a glass of wine. "How did I do?" she asks.

Steve just laughs and hands her a cheese plate he's been preparing in the kitchen. He nudges Eddie who is staring with wide eyes. "What?" asks Steve with a smirk. "You've always admired my bitchiness and pragmatism. Where do you think I got it from?"

The flat is signed over the next day. Mary kisses her son and Eddie goodbye - she would go back to her parents for a while, she says, just to get the divorce finalized. Plus, one of her old friends still seems interested, her being the one that got away and all that, and Mary intends to test that theory. She will keep in touch, she says. And for the first time, Steve believes her.

[belovedroach]

been second guessing every decision i ever made so have some logan shitposting to cope

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ignore the genshin stuff my friend sent it to me