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rufferto9 · 23 days
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Steve is trying his best
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Bingo: Steve Rogers Bingo Round 3, StuckyBingo Round five Card: Rufferto and number SB3017, StuckyBingo Rufferto 5002 Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Square Filled: D1 for Steve Rogers Bingo, B1 for Stucky Bingo Title : Steve is trying his best. Prompt: "Long Distance Relationship", "Long distance for Stucky Bingo Warnings: No archive warnings apply. Rating: Teen Tags: Steve shirtless, Facetiming, awkward poses, blushing, Notalone Summary: Bucky had to go to California for six months and Steve is stuck in New York. They make time to talk as much as possible but it's hard. Steve just wants to prove to Bucky that he's capable of being sexy on the phone just like any other boyfriend. Tony might have dared him. Bucky appreciates it, Steve just needs to learn to pick his timing better.
I will eventually fix up the lighting on his chest but I may forget.:P
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help-namiwm · 3 months
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Thank you to all those who took the time to join our Annual Meeting and thanks to all the members who voted.
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perasperaadastratoday · 11 months
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Are we human... Or are we dancer?
I’ve been reading a lot of zen literature lately after having a complete identity crisis and mental breakdown that got so bad, the dissociation and OCD was so intense. I’ve been trying to let my thoughts pass by, but I just want to cry.
I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything. 
I’m always so confused, I read the news, I see the world pass me by, I watch trailers drive past me on the highway and all I can see is how heavy it must be on our earth. I see flowers being cut down by lawn mowers and I mourn them, and I didn’t even get to draw them and now they’re gone. And I keep wasting my life away. I never take in anything enough before it’s gone. Life is constantly changing and so am I. 
I can’t do anything, I don’t want to do anything, but I want to do everything at once. 
I feel so heavy and yet so empty inside. So alive, yet so dead. 
I don’t understand life, I don’t understand why we’re all here, but we are. 
I have so much to be grateful for, yet I’m ungrateful. I could do so much good and yet I don’t. And I don’t know why. I don’t know why I’m so scared to do things. 
The world just feels like like one big headache. 
I try to focus on the love. And I want to be surrounded by it. And surround others with it. 
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ecuhhhhh · 10 months
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Who is this for?
This blog is for the kids that cried themselves to sleep wondering what they did wrong. The kids that struggled with anxiety and depression and did not tell a soul since they did not want to seem like a burden. This is for the kids that thought they had a flaw that they always tried to fix but didn’t know exactly what it was.  I was all of the above. I was a lost soul with no direction. I felt like I was just a waste of space. Praying to God every night asking him to take me in my sleep and waking up disappointed to another morning in my personal hell. I didn’t quite understand this feeling I felt since I did have ‘everything’. When I mean everything I mean what I thought at the time was everything, but we will get back into that later. Why was I waking up feeling like crap every morning? Why did I feel like I’m just here?  I finally know why I’m here. To share my story with others.  To let others know that they are not alone. This constant battle between you and your brain is not a war with yourself but a war with something someone has done to you. This thought that no matter how hard you tried, it was always there, on the back burner waiting for you to lay down in bed at night so it may boil over and replay in your head over and over again. It was never you sweet one.
  It wasn’t until I became a mother I realized I am more than my trauma. I was 27 when I finally decided to go to therapy and change my life for the better. I was taught to regulate my emotions and that all my trauma was never my fault. It also uncovered a deep wound that still till this day stings. My mom wasn’t the person I thought she was. She was my abuser. 
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childabusesurvivor · 11 months
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The people on social media willing to be open and honest about their pasts provide an excellent way to disprove the notion that we are alone as survivors.
You are not alone...
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urlocalmitskiluver · 2 years
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“All I know is that I'm here. And I'm alive. And I'm not alone.”
- Tori Spring, Heartstopper
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dashoffun · 1 year
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They are out there and right here! 👽 . . . . . . . . . . #ufo #alien #space #friends #earrings #quirky #quirkyfashion #quirkyearrings #fashion #glowinthedark #sillyearrings ##galaxy #spaceship #xfiles #ibelieve #notalone #dashoffun #etsy #smallbusiness https://www.instagram.com/p/CpTGzQBO64_/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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designae · 2 years
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xxnicolemuaxx · 1 year
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You can not destroy me
I destroy me
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moxiegals · 2 years
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Hey you. Yes you. You are reading this. Why? Why do you read this? You read it because you are looking for someone to hold your hand. For someone to be there for you when others push you down. I will be there for you. Because I know how you feel. Like this and share it. Because you are not the only one who needs someone to hold their hand.
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fredwardfall · 2 years
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Call me a freak, call me a creep, just don't call me weak. Better call it strong, that we always keep on. . . . #fredwardfall #always #keepgoing #beyond #limits #way #lifequotes #arttherapy #sketchbook #darkart #mentalhealthmatters #notalone #digitalart #oc #comic #characterdesign #weirdo #freak (hier: Hamburg-Mitte, Hamburg, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Celq44hr_WX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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hannahsaryn · 2 years
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Peanut butter, chocolate chip pancakes, and Iced Coffee.
Can it be any simpler?
"There are alternatives, I just want to help by making it simpler for you during this specific time." My doctor had just finished telling me she wanted me on antidepressants after invalidating my "I mean I feel this way but it's just a season, pretty normal." with "No, this isn't normal"
My eyes crossed, what did she mean this wasn't normal? All moms didn't feel this way after birth? Did I just accidentally expose myself? My heart sank so deep there was no way of picking it back up. I'm not normal?
It wasn't until 1:42pm that day that I realized I had to come to terms I was not okay. Listening to a message from my best friend she told me she watched a video in which this guy responded to his therapist "how many times do you think about death?" question with "I mean, not more than normal" only for his therapist to say "Well 'Normal' is zero, so..."
The cannon was lit, I was going to shoot off into a black hole and never come back. It was not normal to think about death so often. This was not normal. What was normal? How long have I been this way?
Will I love my life again?
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help-namiwm · 5 months
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Beat the rush and donate today for Giving Tuesday. And B good 2!!!
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gsmentalhealthwellnes · 2 months
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Unveiling the Shadows: Recognizing Depression's Signs
Feeling down isn't always just the blues. Learn about the key signs of depression you shouldn't ignore and how to find support. 
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mlisagray40 · 2 months
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‭‭1 Peter 5:6-11 CEV‬‬[6] Be humble in the presence of God’s mighty power, and he will honor you when the time comes. [7] God cares for you, so turn all your worries over to him. [8] Be on your guard and stay awake. Your enemy, the devil, is like a roaring lion, sneaking around to find someone to attack. [9] But you must resist the devil and stay strong in your faith. You know that all over the…
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Lazy Snow Days
It's official, I have become that jerk who likes snow for a few days then is ready for it to be gone. Maybe it's just that I feel in need of random human connection and a slight case of cabin fever
I am talking about the kind of interaction you get when you get briefly while buying a ticket and popcorn at the movies.
You know two rando humans breathing the same air or listening to a couple of old codgers yammer on about the weather while inline at the grocery store.
No interaction by me or with me is needed. Just out and about knowing that others are still on the planet with you.
Be Well and Be Safe, I am still here.
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