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I really really wish I was a cat, I’m not built for this capatalist society but I am built for sleeping 19 hours a day and knocking things over

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I may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled, I have no idea what the hell im doing

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“theyre homophobic but theyre good people!!!” hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. are they really. are they REALLY. are they. are theyr eally. Are the

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“I’m still not over my sad past and I don’t think I will ever be.”

— Lana Del Rey

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brain: bored.

me: we could watch this show?

brain: no.

me: we could….play this game we’ve been looking forward to for a while?

brain: no.

me: we could draw?

brain: no.

me: okay, fine, what do YOU want to do?

brain:

brain:

brain: bored.

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Come here so I can give you some Smooches 

(Source)

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emotional permanence // reassurance

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I'd care if the person I reblogged this from committed suicide.

Reblog this from anybody. literally. ANYBODY. even if you dont like them or even know them that well. YOU COULD SAVE THEIR LIFE.

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Sometimes I’m so distanced from my own trauma that I can talk about bad stuff just fine but one moment later I’ll see a photo of something related to my trauma and it’ll throw me into panic attacks and flashbacks.

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istg this is the last time that im both :C

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And everyone seems to believe that my self awareness means my symptoms are less severe. Like no, I still struggle a lot, I just watch myself struggle.

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me: i really gotta stop trusting people.

also me when someone shows me even the slightest bit of love, affection, and attention: let me tell you my life story and then get attached to you.

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I'm finally learning to be terrible at things.

Drawing? Garbage. But I love doing it, so I do it anyway.

Painting? Atrocious. But so soothing.

Poetry? Shakespeare's rotted corpse is crying. But it's a lot of fun to just play with language.

The only creative thing I'm really good at is writing stories. And I've been doing that since I learned how to write. So like...13-14 years. 13-14 years of writing and I only really got good like...10 years into learning. And I'm still learning.

Maybe I'll be good at painting eventually. I only really started during quarantine. So at this rate, I'll be good when I'm 29-30.

Maybe I'll be good at drawing eventually.

But art really isn't about being "good". The only purpose "skill" has is in marketability. 'Is this worth money?" "Is it good enough for someone to pay for?" And if you're not trying to sell or market them, then who cares?

My toxic trait is that there are so many things I want to try and be good at, but I hate being bad at something, which is inevitable when learning a new skill. If I'm not perfect at something on the first attempt, then that's it, I don't want to do it anymore.