physically i'm in july, but mentally i’m still processing february.

when I was younger I thought that when I’d be in the age as I’m now, my life will be organized, I’ll have a lovely boyfriend and go to a lot of parties, I’ll stop being a mess guess what none of it happened

*seductively lays across your lap and starts crying*

I know my therapist says healing from trauma means finding little ways to feel in control but I think if I were baby Tarzan sleeping in the arms of my big gorilla mom in that tree nest while Phil Collins sings us to sleep I’d finally feel safe

feel like pure shit just wanna come stop my crying it’ll be alright, just take my han

To everyone who tries shaming people with “y’all are too busy with [insert frivoulous fad here] to care about [insert important world issue here]”

It’s not healthy to only think about the negative.

this year has made me so fucking sensitive. pompeii by bastille, a song i barely like, came on the radio and it made me CRY

you know what bastille......when i close my eyes....it DOES almost feel like nothing’s changed at all ...

how AM i gonna be an optimist about this?

thank you, Russian Spy Agent

Putin is really looking out for our personal growth and development huh

god, the russian government troll farm agents were actually really good at tumblr