you will be warm again

tumblr is like an abandoned space station & you all are the thing in the vents

not me though. im girl with tanktop

The most basic, intractable fact about mental illnesses is that you simply cannot willpower your way out of them. The only exceptions to this rule are the ones I have, which continue to disable me due to lack of determination and other grave personal flaws

but actually genuinely why is the ant sad and leaving with a bindle

they told me not to get lost in the weeds, but these are lush, beautiful, and ecologically necessary native plants so it's probably fine

(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)

I’m such a “yay <3” person like unironically a hip hip hooray type of personality

ok note to self i gotta leave the house regularly so that i dont feel like im slowly transforming into an evil fucking shadow clone of myself

So as it turns out your sense of self doesnt exist in a vacuum. You gotta actually use it and bounce it off of other people like echolocation to see where you are as a person and shit. So if you dont regularly interact with other people the echoes just get weaker and weaker and before you know it your personality is a blurry fucked up fog clone of its former self. which it sucks because this makes it really hard to interact with people again but yknow

Dark stories, like horror, are at their best when there is a small amount of lightness and hope to counteract (and therefore enhance) the tension. The reverse is also true

Hanging out with people will make you remember you're the crazy woke friend for like. not wanting to shop at shien

i wont worry about it i say to myself with the always worried disorder

whenever I tell a story I feel like Uncle Colm from Derry Girls