you don’t have to cry everyday to feel like you’re valid enough to get help.
you don’t have to starve yourself until you pass out to get help.
you don’t have to cut your whole arms and legs to get help.
you don’t have to have a suicide attempt to get help.
you don’t have to be sick enough to get help.
your pain is valid. you are valid. if you are struggling you can get help and should not feel like you’re not sick or traumatized enough.
feel hugged, i love y’all <3
Please reblog if you‘re over 20 and have an ed. I need people to follow ❤️
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Garfield without garfield comics are an absolute treasure trove for mentally ill moods just LOOK
i want the romanticized version of an ed not whatever the fuck this shit is
your blog isn’t fully developed until youre 25
I redid this older comic I made for my storytelling class based on this post. Have some cute wlw love in your day.
It’s hard, if I had more free time I could make it so pretty, this is what I could throw together for the assignment.
“why don’t you just…?” the answer is either money or anxiety
You’re always going to be young in someone’s eyes and old in someone else’s, talented to one and terrible to the next. The worlds never going to agree on a definition of what you are so you might as well ignore that shit and be whatever the fuck you wanna be for yourself.
started exercising about a month ago thinking it wouldn’t do anything but BRO I FEEL SO MUCH HAPPIER??
I think, I should make it as my habit
Also I hope this doesn’t come across as rude, but please don’t reply to my posts ( or anyone’s) like “OMG I could never eat 1000 cals 🥺🥺 I would literally ball my eyes out if I ate anywhere near the amount YOU eat” because it makes anyoneeee feel like pure shit. It makes me feel like I’m eating too much, which is ridiculous because I’m not, and I know that. But before you say something like this it please reflect on how it could impact others.
Pieces of Viking pottery with traces of cat and dog paws, seen at the Musée de Normandie in Caen Castle
“So back in the day pets already ruined their owner’s artwork.” - My sis who took the photo
“ruined”? made better
It’s very humanizing to imagine some poor potter in the past screaming “nnnnooooooo bad kitty” somewhere in Scandinavia
If it was ruined, the artisan wouldn’t have baked it.
That’s… that’s a delightful point you just made.
This person chose to bake and keep their cat’s artistic contribution.
i was in spain once and there was a building with a tile that had been laid down in roman times: it had a dog’s paw print. and the thing was that after the dog did that print, the wet tile was dried, and then fired, and then shipped, and then laid, and for two thousand years every person who encountered that tile thought ‘aw! paw print!’ and kept it. this vast agreement by thousands of people over all these centuries, in memory of a dog only one of us could have met.
i loved that tile.
Every comment.
As anyone who has worked with wet clay knows, these pawprints could be removed with a dab more clay and a stroke of one hand.
That they weren’t, says all that needs said.
The hand was too busy stroking something furry that purred or wagged its tail.
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