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sad-times-ahoy · 1 month
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 month
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and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 month
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there is a huge difference between criticizing an institution and criticizing individual behavior. i can criticize the makeup industry without criticizing the 14 year old girl who uses concealer because she’s self-conscious about her acne; i can criticize the plastic surgery industry without vilifying the woman who decided to get a nose job after two decades of pointed comments and bullying. it is intellectually dishonest to respond to an institutional criticism as if it were a personal attack; on the flip side, it is cruel and unnecessary to leverage personal attacks in the name of institutional criticism
if i see one (1) more person respond to a perfectly reasonable beauty-industry-critical sentiment with “but i personally enjoy eyeshadow. why are you attacking people who like eyeshadow :(” or “exactly, all women who wear makeup are miserable and brainwashed” i am going to climb a tree and bite the top of it
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 month
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If EVERYBODY in your life hates your significant other then they are the problem. If it is one or two people like a family member you have a turbulent relationship with and one friend who’s always been kind of jealous, maybe they just hate your success. But most of the time that is not the case and the people who are closest to you and love you and have had your back for years probably know when your new relationship is toxic and/or doomed.
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 month
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I don’t care about it at all (I have carried its weight around like a rock on my chest since the very day it happened)
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 month
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I’m such a lover girl (girl who’s yet to experience the love she’s yearned for her whole life)
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sad-times-ahoy · 2 months
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the fact that i still have to unlearn shame… like come on that’s literally the most embarrassing thing to not have unlearned yet
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sad-times-ahoy · 2 months
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First kiss at 19 on MARCH 17 at around 1:00 to 2:00 am. Let's fucking gooooooooooo!
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sad-times-ahoy · 2 months
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(gestures vaguely) whatever this is
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sad-times-ahoy · 9 months
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Honestly, the worst thing about memories is that it perfectly reminds you about how it makes you feel.
Memories won't tell you what exactly happened, what lead to that moment or how it even ended.
But, you remember the feelings perfectly. That pain in your head, the way that your throat would clench shut, the way that you would cry so hard to the point where the skin around your eyes would sting, the way your own body felt like it was weighing you down.
And that's just the physical stuff, the emotional stuff is on a whole 'nother level.
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sad-times-ahoy · 9 months
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I made this a long time ago but for some reason never posted! It is my quick guide to protecting yourself against burnout as a person with ADHD and ASD.
Of course it is all about meeting your support needs at the end of the day, which are completely individual and may vary over time, but this could function as a guide if you have a hard time figuring out where to start! 🫶🏻 💙💙💙
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sad-times-ahoy · 11 months
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sad-times-ahoy · 11 months
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I realised how sad this sounded a few hours after I typed it. And yeah, my messages are really cringey.
Eh, that's the funny thing about depression dude, I always feel like sh*t. So when these types of things happen, I don't really feel anything. And I'm not saying that like I want you to feel sorry for me or because I want to guilt-trip you. But because even with a sh$t situation like depression, you get some positive stuff. Like not feeling sad for certain situations because you can't feel anything anymore. That's a good thing. And because I'm almost always depressed, well, it works. Sure, I got sad and existential when I heard the news about (redacted for privacy reasons), and I got stressed and got a headache with today's situation. But that's it. Most people have a mental breakdown because of those types of situations. But me? Nah, I just keep existing.
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 year
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Ugh, I hate having crushes
Damn things always end up in disaster, and the worst part is, whenever you realize you have one, there's nothing you can do about it, you can't avoid it.
So it's like driving a car that you know is going to crash.
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 year
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T.W. Mention and forms of abuse
Isn't it kinda weird that sometimes, we let some people abuse us in ways that we would never accept otherwise?
We let our parents scream at us.
We let our friends call us names.
We let our authorities take advantage of us.
We let our partners manipulate us.
And yet, we accept it. We make excuses for it. We just take it. Because of the circumstances, we become blind to abusive behaviors, or we tolerate it because of the current position we find ourselves in.
I know why I always let it slide, but that doesn't mean I like it or that I'm okay with it. I feel trapped, either because of my own choices, or because of the things life has thrusted upon me. So, maybe sometimes I deserve it, because the only one who could make it stop was me, I could've left. And hey, I don't want to victim blame, but it makes me ask myself why I find myself in this position most of the time.
Perhaps my unconcious mind believes that the only thing I deserve is bad stuff, so I always surround myself with bad people. Nevertheless, it confirms the idea that I am broken, and that I'm never going to get better. Or perhaps, I've just started to believe my abusers.
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 year
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Tw: Ab*se, self loathing, implied suic*de, parental ab*se, depression (or at least I think it is), hopelessness, and just some really f*cked up stuff
I lust for death, and yet I cannot reach it. For I have family, I have friends, I have people who would be terribly hurt if I was dead.
But this pain, this pain is unbearable. It pulls me down and makes me drown in my own tears.
The pain my mother causes me feels like my skull is about to crack, or I'm on the edge of a cliff, or knifes are being plunged into me. Worst part is, I can't escape her. Because I don't have a house, and I can't pay for food, or pay for school, or even take care of myself.
I have episodes of absolute despair, where the only thing I feel is a void sucking out my soul. These things can last for days, weeks, even months before I feel normal again. And when these happen I can't do anything, I can barely even drag myself through the days and hope that I get better soon.
So even if I were to move away, I wouldn't even be able to last a week. I am hopeless, I am helpless, and I am eternally broken. I refuse to drag anyone into my misery, because I will take advantage of them, I just know it. G
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sad-times-ahoy · 1 year
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Hack Life Here
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