Howdy

they won't tell you this in therapy but sometimes the best way to stop catastrophizing/anxiety is to interrupt your spiraling with "girl what the hell are you talking about"

there is nothing more important than a dear friend you can be a huge fucking asshole hater with

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

i can tell when the edible starts to work when i start z-targeting shit irl

u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

(opening the author’s works page after finishing a fic) and if im lucky they’ll have written this exact same fic but different a bunch more times

nothing online is ever truly deleted. except that one fucking thing you're looking for

if you've never engaged with a creative art on a regular basis you need to understand that it requires concerted effort to get into "the groove" to make something and every second that it takes to get into that groove causes physical pain, but the only thing worse than doing it is not doing it.

Casting lightning magic alone in the parking lot

Cops are here.

Casting lightning magic alone in the parking lot

im jacking you.