tw for child abuse again but literally being in your mid twenties and still suffering from your childhood abuse is the worst. everyone is like "you can't blame your mom for all of your problems, you have to take charge of your own life." my guy. my dude. my mom intentionally prevented me from gaining necessary lifeskills to take control of my own life and then traumatized me about those things to the point that some of them still trigger me at age 26. she told me she didn't want me to move out because i'd tell people what she'd done to us. i can blame my problems on my mom because sometimes she caused them!!!!! she deserves all the hate and disdain i have for her!!!!

hey dude, sorry i don’t really remember anything you just showed me. i actually used to be a baby so as you can imagine i have some object permanence issues

my hobbies? Uhhhhh symbolism mostly. metaphors and implications and the like.

“influencer” is such a sinister title. it’s got all the menace of “royal adviser” but none of the raw sex appeal.

“My lord, your followers request another selfie.” -@agendermetalbender

“Tell them about the diet tea, my lord. Let them know how it refreshes you”

vampire that hypnotizes me into taking care of myself

u all ever lose the ability to socialize in the middle of a convo like.... ok i’m done now there’s no more words in here brain shutting off

adhd to autistic communication is stored in the echolalia

I didn’t know that word until I saw this post and now I’ve been walking around the house muttering “echolalia” for several days now. I’m glad irony isn’t a lost concept.

This is my favorite reply to a post ever

mental illness update: still mentally ill

İ wish i had the mental illness that makes you get a phd

Can the person who has me trapped in their tamagotchi make me do some basic tasks today please.

this is for the people who went through trauma and didn’t come out of it with thicker skin. but, instead, came back with sensitivity to the world and a deep sadness that won’t go away. some of us went through something and lost a piece of ourselves; our broken hearts never healed quite right afterwards. i see you and i feel you and i am you. it’s going to be okay.

am i depressed or is this just my personality