#batman#dc#dc comics#bruce wayne#dick grayson#batfam#batfamily#tim drake#dc fanart
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from China
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Sri Lanka
seen from India
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from France
seen from Singapore
seen from Serbia
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
ok here's the question. here's the question!
do I actually have something like fibromyalgia
are all these separate things hurting constantly, related
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
from most to least likely to do shitty stick and poke tattoos on themselves for mcl characters, I think castiel and alexy would make a great team,
let’s see how fast I can make today Over challenge
crying and scrolling tumblr to reblog all the cute things and blorbo fanart call that self-soothing
Oughhhhhgghh the future that happens of what someone doesn't do
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Trying to avoid doing something by doing other things and getting a lot of done except the one thing that actually needed to be done
Rant about depression and how it fucks with things under the cut
The thing I hate most about depression is how worthless it makes me feel.
The overwhelming, constant feeling that I’m not worth it. That I’m a burden, unimportant, replaceable- that my list of flaws is far longer than my positives. That I take up time and space that belongs to better, valuable people.
That feeling encourages me not to eat right- why spend time making that soup, you’re worthless; why bother cutting up that vegetable, you don’t matter. Just eat the chips, it doesn’t matter.
That feeling keeps me from reaching out for help, because I’m not worth helping, I’m not worth the time I’d steal from someone else.
That feeling that makes me smile and say I’m fine when people ask. Because how could I waste my friends and loved ones’ time by telling them how I’m really doing- don’t I know by now that I’m not worth it? These are important people who matter, and I can’t waste their time with worthless me.
I hate that feeling. That feeling like I’m a burden just for existing, that I’m taking up resources and not paying back, that I’m in debt to the world for how awful I am. And so I pour myself into helping my friends, I burn myself out spending energy I don’t have, trying to pay back that debt. And I end up feeling worse because I’m not taking care of myself and my needs- I’m not even trying to take care of myself.
It’s a vicious cycle. And I really hate it and even when I know what’s going on, even when I can see what’s happening, I can’t stop it. It’s not like I don’t want to talk. I’m bursting with things to say. I know I should talk. But I can’t. As soon as someone asks, out comes the smile and the deflection and the depression freezing my voice. I hate it. But mostly I hate myself. Because that’s what the depression tells me to do.
