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[peekoo3]

Guys I was about to have a mental breakdown but I put three snowflake obsidian in my mouth and now I feel better

[lottiestudying]

29.05.2024—recent journalling spreads + set up

[ooppo]

Btw for anyone who needs to hear it: thinking that people are reading your mind/your thoughts are being heard by everyone is not normal. It's a symptom of psychosis and could be linked to a psychiatric disorder. This, too, goes with hallucinations.

This may seem like a no-brainer, but to teens who don't know what symptoms look like, they may jog it off for a number of reasons. I did, too, when I was in highschool! As a freshman I was having delusions/hallucinations and I didn't tell anyone because I thought they were cringe and weird. I chalked up my hallucinations to me being "tired". People who have psychosis often don't realize that what they're experiencing IS psychosis. This goes the same with other classmates/friends/loved ones. If someone comes to you with concerning behavior (even if they are joking about it) you should take note of it.

In highschool I remember a kid talking about how he could go into the matrix and he had a whole other world to protect/do missions in. He would also go still for long periods of time randomly. I thought he was weird and didn't think much of it, but those are symptoms of schizophrenia (delusions/catatonia).

I would appreciate it if this got a reblog so it could potentially help those recognize these symptoms in either themselves or others!

I wish I could have seen a post like this when I was younger. Then I could have avoided a lot of hardships and would have gotten treatment a lot sooner

[inkly-heart]

please don’t be sad little sprout, you are loved 🌱 🖤

🌱

[stargirl230]

Hourly comics for 2/1/24!

Yes i’m a day late but in my defense i was so busy (see comic)

(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)

[hersurvival]

It doesn't all come out poetically,

Elegant and intentional, words in perfect order,

Rhythmic, melodic, pretty.

Frayed ends entangled into hopeless knots.

It's enough to get it out at all, lifeless in a heap.

Overlapping, chaotic scribbles on the page.

Keeping note of the intrusive thoughts,

The self-doubt and confusion based fears,

Has helped maintain the mess.

Desperate attempts to manage the disorder

As best as possible.

Letting it go before it manifests into something

Much larger, with what litttle energy I have left

During the moments I feel somewhat like myself.

[5ummit]

I feel sick. Tumblr has basically been my whole world for the last 14 or so years, more than a third of my life. It feels like a beloved friend has just been diagnosed with a terminal illness. I don't know how long they have left but I now have to live with the knowledge that the end is near. That some day, possibly soon, I will have to live in a world without them. That I will probably have to watch them slowly wither away until they're a husk of their former self (which has already been happening though I've tried to turn a blind eye) and I'm not sure if that's better or worse than pulling the plug because at least I'll have a little more time with them.

I know there have been "tumblr is dead" scares in the past but this one is not like those. This one is not a joke. It's real (unless a miracle occurs and we suddenly gets a massive amount of funding from some generous benefactor). Tumblr has been rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic for years now but we've finally hit the iceberg.

My only hope is, now that we know the end is no longer theoretical, the tumblr community will rally around and put real funding into an alternative like pillowfort or cohost. Now more than ever we need to create a true crowdsourced archive of our own for fandom so that this can't keep happening.

I'll make backup accounts on other sites, but in case you were wondering, I'm not planning on going anywhere just yet. I'm going down with this ship. It's been an honor and a privilege. 🫡

[cypric-rat-hyperfixation]

making art memes in hopes of catching your attention for my issue? couldn't be me 🫢🫣

but yeah, what the meme says

[floating-ocean]

Imagine being on someone's mind...

[bunnypov]

🐰 welcome to bunnypov🐰

Heyyo 👋🏻 I’m Bunny, but you can call me S. too.

I am a 25 year old wife and mother from Texas!

My previous blog: INXHLE

My 11 year old account with 2.5k lovely mutuals, friends, and followers was recently deactivated.

I’d love to find some of the blogs I used to follow as well as find some amazing new content to reblog! ☺️

I will also be setting up a custom desktop theme soon, so please keep an eye open for it and some new links!

My content & reblogs:

- Aesthetic photography

- Nature / Cottage core

- Dark academia

- Nostalgia core / Y2K

- SWF age regression

- Quotes & Poetry

- Anime & Manga

- Music / Lyrics / Bands

- Memes & funny things

- Text posts & stories

- Sometimes personal posts or original content

- Basically just whatever’s I like 🩷

‼️ IMPORTANT ‼️

- This blog is SFW ONLY!

- Some art reblogged may be risqué in nature.

- DNI: anti-LGBTQ+ or conservative.

That’s all for now, love y’all!

-S. ♡

[suffercerebral]

me having gone to bed at 6 am every day for the past week and generally spiraling mentally while rotting in bed waking up this morning: a 4 mile hike in the heat is a really good idea right now, and while we're at it let's start like 3 art projects

[silky-silks]

Is it bad sometimes I stare at my screen so much my eyeballs feel…sore? It’s like they swollen and sicken in, dark circles and strained to the max. But some folks say I don’t look like it. It just feels like they would fall out.

Is it just me? I stare at it a lot during my drawings or am I just being a bit too paranoid. Because my eyes feel tired and all it takes is a 5 minute rest for them to recover. It’s never been this bad but it’s bad now.

I’m falling apart.

[graysonmustdie]

No one actually cares

Not even the people who claim to be my best friends

People only like me when they can get shit out of me

My brothers hate me

My dad doesn't really care

My mom's struggling with her mental health and is suicidal

My best friend has all kinds of issues and is suicidal and I try to help but I just can't always be there

I have to focus on school

I have to struggle with my mental health and Ed all alone while everyone just ignores me and pushes me away

My life is fucking exhausting

I'm afraid of dying but I haven't wanted to live in this world since I was 8

I'm struggling to see the point in anything anymore

Part of me wants to get better

But more of me just wants to suffer

I don't know anymore

The people in my life have proven to me time and time again that I'm meaningless to them and that I'm not good enough no matter how good I do or how hard I try

It is never enough

I'm not even good enough for myself

[hersurvival]

So gently did you take my hand this morning

And guide me through the crushing weight

Of darkness, terror rippling under my skin.

A house you know well that I've woken to find

Myself lost in, all walls, no exit.

But you knew the way, memorized the corners,

Which doors to leave closed, which rooms

Needed to be passed through to get out.

You talk me through the motions so I understand.

If you hadn't come to find me,

If you hadn't navigated this labyrinth

Of halls and smoke yourself time and time again,

There's not a chance I would have made it.

I thought I would remain lost, immobilized,

Devastated by that heavy darkness.

[luckypoppymilliemama]

Hey everyone. Trying something different. I have a ton of knitted hats that I was to sell quickly, to make him this money for poppy’s surgeries.

This is just a random sampling in the picture.

So I plan on having a random hat flash sale, Poppy (or one of her sisters if she feels too icky) will pick your hat out for you. The hats will sell for $ 30 including shipping. This covers a $20 donation and the price of shipping. I’m thinking of only keeping the sale until midnight EST tonight. I only have 50ish spots right now. You will not know what beanie you get, because only Poppy knows.

Pay through cashapp $mriggs85

Venmo @michelleriggs85

These are the only two I am selling through as of right now, and the tags are the ONLY ONES SELLING. Anything else is a scam.

Send an message with your cashapp or Venmo and I will send you an invoice for you to pay, and then I will collect your address.

Enjoy and happy poppykins!

[watermeloncholycucumbersome]

Day 105 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

I keep smelling chemicals like chlorine,

I keep smelling the vinyl on a warm summers day and how the plastic would burn you if you weren't careful.

I remember the wet dogs - the smell of their fur, tongues hanging out the sides of their mouths huffing and puffing after running around and playing in the water all day.

I remember the smell of bathing suits and how the chlorine smell never washed out.

I remember the smell of coconut sunscreen and the way it never screened anything - it just smelt nice, smelt like summer I thought.

The smell of sand on a hot day, almost pungent but still bearable - comforting in a way strangely.

This all just started happening the other day.

Maybe it's because summer is coming up?

Maybe it's because it brings back nostalgia?

I don't know..

It's not necessarily bad memories, but it's not exactly memories needed right now when I'm alone.

I don't have faith or hope that my life will get any better or anything good will happen to me or for me.

When I'd lie on my back in that blow up pool in our backyard I felt like an adventure - the whole waiting and having any whimsy or anticipation whatsoever over my future.

I'm not sure if 13 year old me would like 31 year old me.

I never did anything on the time capsule list I said I wanted to do.

I thought I'd have my mom forever...

I'd have to tell little 13 year old me that her only and best friend would die and she'd have to traumatically watch this happen, not just on the day of her passing but for the rest of her life.

I don't have a boyfriend and never have, no family or friends, just alone and hoping someone arrives one day like a prince in a fairy tale to take me (the princess) away.

As a kid it's maybe tomorrow, then maybe next week, then maybe next month, then maybe next year until you're not even looking for love anymore and you haven't been keeping track.

Now when people show up I just feel like I'm being lied to and want them to just go and save the oxygen and brain cells they're going to use to fabricate what they tell me.

It's harder now as an adult, I can't see past my childhood and how I was then. Can't see that I'm not that girl anymore but sometimes I wish I could go back there to that time when I ate cereal and drank juice. Cartoons and colouring were life, lunches and suppers consisted of sandwiches and chips (possibly a slushee) and I was dying waiting to go back into the pool until I'd be called in later on that night.

To feel that water on my skin again, to hear those leaves on the trees rustle above my head, wondering if It was the wind, a squirrel or a cat moving the branch.

Boys climbing the fence to giggle at an 11 year old me in a bathing suit then running away when I noticed them.

There was a part of me as I drove under the water that giggled to myself as no one could hear but me.

Is it bad that I kind of miss that?

The innocence of thinking someone was cute, giggling and holding hands.

I wish I had experienced any of that completely and not half assed..

Being out in the pool when it started to rain that night, feeling bigger and better than I ever had.

Being out in the pool with you and wanting to kiss you so bad that night.

Staying up late with you to watch Titanic (both VHS tapes back to back) and NOT fall asleep. I can't remember who'd fallen asleep first?

Half happy because I didn't make it to the part where Jack dies - you would've seen me run away moments before that scene to cry alone because it made me so sad.

I remember being at that Christmas party, I was 6 and you were 7.

The adults had been calling us and they couldn't find us because we were under a blanket in the dark in a room (by ourselves)

You had been kissing my neck so much under that blanket my mom had to buy me turtle necks in every colour of the rainbow to cover up the shit load of hickey's you left on my neck..

I can't remember who found us but I remember the blanket being ripped off of us and lights in my eyes and lots of yelling.

I was the kindergarten trollup and I had no idea...Nor did anyone else. My mom made sure of that Lol

I don't believe that purgatory is a real place,

But I do believe we all have mini fun sized versions of it living in us.

Living in our brains..

We can't see it, touch it, taste it or hear it.

Yet somehow it's there?

It's so real that you can actually go there, but just in your mind's vehicle. Only we usually use it for negative places and get lost on memory lane.

I'm just in the passenger seat, just along for the drive but I hope we park soon.

Inside with my eyes closed I can smell the car, it's rented. The keychain around the rearview jangles lightly over the low music playing.

It smells like new air fresheners and I'm in my seat leaning back awkwardly like I'm in a nascar race - my back is hurting sitting like this for too long.

I'm not in control..

It's always night time when I'm here and I can never see the drivers face, just a light silhouette.

I've spoken about this before in the past too I think.

Everyone says they'll stay and not to worry, then they wonder why you have trust issues and are in the middle of a mental breakdown.

I know people are lying yet I allow them too having too much hope that maybe I'm wrong this time..

Then it happens again, proving me right again.

I even lowered my standards as I thought maybe I was just too choosey in picking friends, then people started coming to me and it was still all the same crap all over again.

No changes...

No surprises..

Nothing is new anymore and that's truly sad.

I have people around me now since my mom passed away and to me none of them are no more than acquaintances.

Nobody that I'd actually want to go for a coffee with.

Nobody I can just call up randomly because I want to, I have to be "squeezed" in or it has to be "arranged" leaving me feeling like I'm a burden.

It's just better to leave everyone alone...

I finally stood up for myself, I told the church lady that I didn't want her making plans for me and that church was in itself overwhelming for me that I'd add on things slowly down the road if I'd like to do I get used to everything slowly.

She got pissy and told me that "fine" she'd "not send me anything anymore" and I haven't heard anything from her in 3 days.

It was very childish and I can't deal with people who refuse to do anything other than what they choose to do.

I do not have to explain my grieving process to people who said "I know" a little too much in the beginning..

Shouldn't they know me then?

~Jenni