fire cannot kill a dragon.

one of lifes evil ironies is when a kid (undiagnosed w a hereditary phys/mental health issue) goes to their parent and says “hey im experiencing (symptom of undiagnosed hereditary disorder) should we do something about that” and parent (also undiagnosed) goes “no thats normal i also experience that dont worry”

they should invent a future that is livable and comforting instead of so so scary all the time forever

calling myself babe when I'm talking to myself. in a pitying but loving way. like babe you gotta get up. babe why are you doing this. babe you're giving me nothing here

reminder that this is a pro choice blog, because access to a medical procedure shouldn’t be a debate, and if you think otherwise, fuck off

how do I unsubscribe from anxiety

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

every august without fail is like i will give you some of the most beautiful golden summer moments of your life but also you will be thinking about childhood and loss constantly. it will always be either 5pm or 2am