23 || Art is pure expression.
Just a medical student with PTSD, MDD & ADHD.
If you can't find me anywhere, I'm probably singing with my band or I'm with my horse. Or simply crying and panicking in a corner.
Suicide survivor.
My blog is a safe place for the LGBTQ+ community and every other community.
Previously known as Thebiggestfearistolove and crybaby-teenidle
Follow me on my Instagram @eli.eli_00
Trying to remember the last time I played hide and seek. The last time I said hi to everyone on the street or saw the girls I spent every day of six years with. The last time my dad picked me up, or my mum brushed my hair. When was the last time I dressed without consideration? There is so much to think about now. I remember falling on the grass at school and making stories with the clouds. Hanging upside down from the swing and realising how big the world was. I wonder on the path of growing when we stop feeling big. I am taller now, smaller still.
“I get into these moods sometimes, and I can’t shake them. Kind of black sinking moods. I imagine it’s like what being in the eye of a tornado would be like, all calm and blinding at the same time.”
— Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places
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