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I love reading mental help information and it says something like, "if you can relate to such and such symptoms find a trusted adult in your life and talk to them about it." It's me. I'm the most trustworthy adult in my life.
Literally rotting away in my room 24/7. I don't have the mental capacity for anything but just laying in bed all day all night being fucking miserable. I want to get better but getting better seems so daunting and exhausting that I can't even be bothered to try.
I am proud of you because you exist. Because you are breathing. Because you are waking up and making breakfast for yourself. Because you are applying for work you always dreamt about. Because you are trying. Because you drink water when you are stressed. Because you think about yourself. Because you do things that bring you joy. Because you are being kind to yourself. Because you are sleeping on time. Because you listen to your heart. Because you are valuing your time. Because you rest when you are tired. I am proud of you because you exist.
but it's his MOM, right? like OBVIOUSLY if the MOM says that her son talks about you a lot, and she JUST MET YOU that's SIGNIFICANT right? and WHILE he's eating a HOMEMADE BAKED GOOD. like that is motherhood 101, and when your child TELLS YOU ALL ABOUT A PERSON and then forever that person is tied to their expression lighting up and their smiles and stories of you two, together and a mother always knows as the saying goes but then GET THIS he SMILES this tiiiiny smile, all BASHFUL and says in his little voice "HE DOES?" as though it was the BEST NEWS he'd heard ALL WEEK that is best friend and partner and SOULMATE, of which the act of being brought together was 500 YEARS in the making, tells HIS MOM ABOUT HIM
I don't understand the idea of casual flirting. They both talk like they are in love, emotionally connected. But they do not commit. Do not have any tags as couples. And I know, one of them always ends up falling in love. And later they break their own hearts.
it is better to be clear about each other from the beginning. So it won't be an emotional manipulation later.
Talk about it, talk about the bond. Make sure you both are on the same page. And if they do not match or respect your decisions in anyway. Then you know which way to show your door ;)
I find mentally stable people's perception of mentally ill people so funny.
They see my scars and they probably imagine me cutting, while sitting on the floor crying, having mental breakdown cause how miserable I am and etc.
When in reality, when I cut, I'm at my happiest, I smile, I laugh, sometimes I even hum melodies because nothing will ever give me more euphoria and joy and at the moments when it first turns white, when I actually lose enough blood to taint the floor, at the moments like this I'm the most proud of myself, the happiest. And I for sure never, NEVER felt guilty or regretted doing it.
I wish I was skinny. I wish I was pretty. I wish I wasn't sensitive. I wish I wasn't annoying. I wish I wasn't clingy. I wish I had pretty hair. I wish I was taller. I wish I had a purpose. I wish people actually liked me. I wish I was fun to be around. I wish I didn't hate myself. I wish I wanted to be alive.