i mean i am mental

This is so hard for us emotionally abused. But it is okay to say no. It’s okay to set boundaries. You are not being selfish nor awful!

holy shit.. why did i never make the connection.. that hide’s birthday is “half” of kaneki’s.. wtf.. june 10 (6/10) and dec 20 (12/20).. bye..

Waverly was right. We need that gun. And I’m talking to my truck.
—  Wynonna Earp, S01E01

you can just see sherlock’s fucking thought process in the angelo’s scene like john’s all ;;;))) and he’s like ‘ok….wait…this could mean dicking, i want a good dicking. but am i ready? physically? mentally??? astrally????’

10 Actors I 10/10 Would Kiss 😘

tagged by @shygaladriel

Rules: List 10 actresses and/or actors (or a mix of both) you would kiss and then tag 10 blogs.
oh my goodness shygaladriel, why would you call me out like this. Uh, i don’t normally think about these things? I mean, I barely watch live action shows, and it’s even rarer I bother looking up a character’s actor…


there is one…












bonus, because anst is also my weakness

I’m not tagging anyone because rules are meant to be broken– but if you wanna do it go ahead and tag me.  I need more variety in my wanna-sculpt list of actors. 

These get to know you questions at the beginning of classes are getting to be too much. I had to stand (yes stand) in front of a class and say my name, where I’m from, major and one person dead or alive who I would take to lunch and where. And my whipped ass could not think of a single person other than Tom fucking Holland, also I’m like the last person on roll so I had a good maybe 20 minutes (of panicking) to think of anybody and I mean anybody else - but no. I stood there in front of about 40 classmates and said “…I would take Tom Holland, the current Spider-Man, to Chick-fil-a.”

I started Thinking abt the doctor again and how I’m already emotionally repressing it bc it was so bad so I texted my mom and asked her to see if she cd get me in w/ a therapist next week and idk I’m just rly proud of how much I’ve worked towards healthy coping and how much better I’m doing (mental health wise) and how determined I am to continue the getting better momentum :~)

“Don’t do this!” she whispered, all other resources gone, hands grasping his face fiercely again, tearful eyes in front of his “Please! Por lo que mas quieras–”

“What I love the most is you” he cut her.  Her eyes opened wide and tears finally rolled down from them. How he wished he could brush them away “And it is exactly why I must do this”

*Aggressively does art for her own fic done back in Gravepainters Month*


I don’t know everything that is going through your head.
And I won’t claim to know everything going through your head.
Especially not right now.
I know things have been hard, and I know those thoughts are hard to avoid.
But you also know, or at least hope you do, to never attempt to act on them.
You know my story, don’t follow my footsteps down that path.
Dont follow me at all.
I want you next to me.

I want to be able to see the world with you.
I want to be able to hold you.
I want to be able to see you.
I want to be able to keep texting you.
Talking to you
Hearing you
Cheering for you

I want to keep loving you.

Please don’t make me love only a memory of you.

Im sorry. I wish I could do more. I’m so tired and you’re so hurt. But my hands are still in yours, my fingers are caressed in yours.

My pinky is still tied to yours.

I love you.

I’ll talk to you soon.

hey, douchebags who demonize those with cluster b pd’s

quit referring to people as “the NPD”, or “a BPD”, or anything else that objectifies us by implying we’re inhuman manifestations of mental illness 

we’re, uh… we are in fact human beings. in case you need to be reminded of that.

Can we stop calling people toxic and start calling their behavior toxic?

Someone I really cared about told me they had to stop talking to me years ago because I was toxic, and it honestly still fucks me up and has ruined my self esteem. Especially considering that the toxic behavior they had a problem with was me having bipolar depressive episodes. Just this mentality that people are toxic is really damaging, especially young people who are learning, growing, changing, and struggling with so much right now… mentally, financially, physically. I have met genuinely psychopathic individuals who intend harm and manipulation on others for power or pleasure, and being thrown into that same category because I’m only thinking of myself during a depressive freakout really messes me up. If I’ve ever displayed toxic behavior that has hurt you, I’m honestly very sorry and I never meant you any harm, but just do me a solid and say, “she is acting in a way that is toxic to me right now” or “I can’t be around her right now” and not “she is a toxic person”. Cause I truly feel like saying the latter is a very toxic and damaging thing to do as well. I am learning and struggling and growing, just like everybody else, and I make mistakes or sometimes my perspective on something might be flawed or I might fall into bad habits, but I mean well and I am not toxic!

On its own, Ni is a very extreme function. It’s so easy to get lost within Ni if one isn’t careful because it’s such an interesting world. Insights are anywhere and everywhere to analyze. Anything and everything can strike your fancy and you can spend hours trying to unravel a single intuition. It’s like a never ending maze of twists and turns without any dead ends. And that’s where the danger lies. Without any dead ends, how do you know when to stop? How long will you keep walking into an endless void of truths before you lose yourself in it? After all, when everything is a concept and interpretation, what is real?

anonymous asked:

Hi! I'm a big fan of your work!! As an aspiring actress who is brown, i wanted to ask you if you've ever experienced racism in the entertainment industry, and if so, how did you deal with it?

Brown Girl Doing It! I mentioned earlier about the stereotypes in Hollywood that I have to avoid. My name gets butchered on almost every set and I have to stand up for myself and not be afraid to correct people as many times as it takes for them to get it right. Also–I want to differentiate between racism (which is malicious) and ignorance (which oftentimes is just a lack of awareness and/or education). If someone just doesn’t know I try my best to be as patient as possible and educate them from a place of love about who I am, where I am from, and what that means.

Mental Health

I am a nurse; which means I have been trained on how to help those with mental illness. I know what to say and how to react regarding mental health and much of the ins and the outs of it.

But when it comes to my own mental health I’m really bad at addressing that it’s a bad thing. And it is. Right now my mental health is in the tank. And it has been for quite some time.
There’s been a lot going on. And it finally hit me today. I couldn’t get over this awful empty and soul crushing feeling. And I started thinking and feeling like killing myself was a liable option. Driving my car into a pole. Jumping off of the bridge that I drive over twice a day.
I don’t know why I’m feeling this way other than I have depression and BPD and anxiety and it happens.
And I did what I tell everyone to do when they are in a bad place mentally. I reached out. I was absolutely terrified of the way I would be worrying someone. But I knew that if I didn’t tell someone then I was going to be even more alone and struggling.
So, I sent Harmony a message. And she talked me through how I was feeling. And she pushed me to get help. She helped me make a plan for surviving instead of letting me carry through with a plan for ending my life.
And, despite how shameful I felt and how absolutely uncomfortable it made me, I went to the ER. And I’ve been here for 5 hours. But after all the questions and all of the nurses and doctors and social workers I feel much better. They did what medical professionals are supposed to do, they helped me when I could not help myself.
I’m glad to say that I have made it through this hell day.
And that they have given me resources to continue to help myself.
So, on this Thursday, I am thankful that there are people that cared enough to listen when I needed it. I am thankful for the fact that I get to go home soon. And that I have so many people that love me.

My teenage high-school life years were always weird. *when I caught that teenage bully staring at me blankly in the hallway once* *Me, whispers *“Oh, hello.”

*then he tried to stick his tongue down my throat and feel up my tits, in front of all of his friends, as a joke, supposedly*

*I go crazy. I mean, I went mental*

*Me* “RAPE! RAPE! I am being raped. Help! POLICE!” I was screaming.

I went for his eyes. I gouged them.

*bully* “Calm down…we weren’t being serious! We were just joking. You’re crazy, you know that? We were joking around.”

But they weren’t just joking around.