My body’s favorite game:
- nauseous,
- digesting,
- needing to use the restroom,
- hungry,
- bloated or
- dehydrated

god I just found arfid tumblr and I’m gonna cry i thought I was the only damn person that has this much trouble eating
do you ever feel embarrassed to be in your own skin like please just dont look at me i wish i didnt exist sometimes like i want to disappear because i cannot handle being me
kids, when you’re choosing your college schedule, you’ll hear a voice saying “just take the 8AM class. it won’t be that bad. you’ve done it for this long” that’s the devil talking
pEOPle WHO CAN WRITE…
PEOPLE whO CAN dRAW…
PEoPLE WHo CAN wriTE AND DRaW…
PEOPLE WHO CAN…
PEOPLE WHO CAN CAN…
CANS THAT CAN CAN…
And then there’s me:
This last GIF. I’m in love.
Magical encounter while free falling.
Can you imagine being that bird? You see a big falling dot off in the distance, so you go to investigate. And it’s a human. Just, like, hanging out, in the middle of the sky. Plumbing toward earth at terminal velocity.
“Huh, that’s weird” you think to yourself.
You land on them. They seem nonplussed by their predicament.
But you’re a busy bird, you’ve got places to be. So you just fly off. Good luck, crazy human. Hope you make it.
“Oh, hey, I guess they can fly. I did not know that.”
when i was a kid. an adolescent. i remember clinging to this hope that someday the people around me would think about the way they treated me and have this sudden realization that they were hurting me in massive, traumatic ways, and that one day they would wake up and suddenly shriek My god, what have i done to this child? and grab me by the shoulders and kneel down and go oh my god. oh my god i am so sorry for what i have done to you. and i remember realizing that that would never ever happen was maybe the best thing that couldve ever happened to me
i know its been said b4 but growing up suicidal and then reaching an age you never planned to live to is extremely stressful and terrifying, and we deserve more credit for not killing ourselves and THEN having to make up for the time we spent not caring if we lived or died and not doing work to improve our lives.
i feel behind in life because i spent the last 7 ish years not giving a shit about my future because i assumed id be dead before id have to deal with that, and now i have to start making decisions that many people started considering years ago.
i just feel like. suicidal people dont get credit for firstly, how stressful life is while suicidal, how difficult it is just to do simple tasks, and secondly, how hard it is to recover from years spent not caring once a person is no longer actively suicidal or no longer having suicidal ideations.
Anya winning at game of life then being left at the alter and having her life fall apart then eventually taken from her.
The irony.