Bpd culture is your favorite person promising to set healthy boundaries and communicate with you, then enabling your behaviors and blaming you for it
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i wanna push everyone away from me so i can kill myself alone without anyone noticing
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u wanted what i had so badly.
my healing.
my growth.
my self awareness.
my emotional vulnerability.
my communication.
my boundaries.
all of it.
to the point where u tried taking it from me.
tried making me teach u these things.
im not your fucking therapist.
i was your partner.
thats not fair.
u were supposed to focus on yourself.
while i focused on myself.
u just wanted to take it.
i didnt deserve that.
i just wanted a loving, safe, partner.
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u watched me cry
as i told u how uncomfortable i was
with u crossing my boundaries constantly.
u just stared at me blankly.
no emotion.
nothing.
then made excuses.
no accountability.
told me everything i was doing wrong instead.
this shit hurts man.
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just close enough
to be too close
to maintain plausible deniability
just close enough
maybe it was a misunderstanding
maybe he thought they wanted it
or maybe it wasnt like that
just close enough
that they froze and couldnt breathe
couldnt think
and after so many years
still thinks about it
to gaslight themselves for years
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the worst part about anything that's self destructive,
is that its so intimate.
you become so close with your addictions and illnesses,
that leaving them behind is like killing the part of yourself that taught you how to survive.
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Old bridge
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U ever get turned on just from someone’s personality
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you traumatized me for a lifetime, but it was just another sunday afternoon for you.
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"Come home to me" kind of love
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all i really want
is to run my fingers
through your hair
kiss the parts of you
that you never show the world
and show you
parts of me
that you deserve
the thought
of that kind of vulnerability
has always been hard for me
but those big
beautiful blue and greenish eyes
just like parts of the seas
have me in a chokehold
so deep
i drown in them
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i dont want my life to end.
i want my disorder to end,
but it never will.
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i want to scream.
i want to pull my hair out.
i want it to stop.
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thank you for showing me patience
for meeting my insecurities with kindness
for looking into my tired eyes
and offering me a place to rest
thank you for keeping me warm
and holding me when things get too heavy
thank you for supporting me
and hearing me
and seeing me
thank you for loving me
and teaching me how to love me too.
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i used to do this as a child and i thought it was normal..
I have a distinct memory of laying in my bed as a kid and wishing with all my heart that I would get hurt. That I would get into a bad car crash or I'd disappear. So my parents would cry and realize they didn't cherish me enough.
I find it sad that younger me thought she had to get hurt to feel loved.
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I hate the question where do you see yourself in 5 years like bro fucking dead next question thanks
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