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borderlinebelle · 2 months

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ARE YOU OR SOMEONE YOU LOVE LIVING WITH MENTAL ILLNESS?

Cool, me too.

I’m assembling a community of like minded humans who can relate to the feeling of their own flesh+bone matter constantly contending with their sentient consciousness in a bid for power and control over their decisions and emotions… and/or humans who love other humans who continuously battle their own prefrontal cortex and endorphin creators for a bid at happiness…

come… rest here, weary traveller. find out more below ⬇️

delivered in a clear & chaotic voice of authenticity, my content centers around conquering challenges made into marathons by, often times common, mental health symptoms.

FIRST EPISODE: MY ROTTING TOOTH THAY ANXIETY AND FEAR HELPED ME AVOID

i didn’t explicitly reveal in the video… but I lived with a rotting tooth in my skull for months until it finally fell out of my jaw, months after my first botched root canal. 🙂

EPISODE TWO: STUPID WACK TAXES AND SHOCKINGLY I END UP MORE POOR!!! BUT I DID IT! (spoiler alert)

this new editing style for the 2nd video is going to land so ✨wildly✨upon your retinas…

i wanted you to FEEL what I feel and understand what those closest to me experience when I bang their lines with a new story of hardship overcome, as friends often do 📱🧠📱

unexpectedly entertaining & a true visual representation, a reflection, of the way I often perceive and process information and life😵‍💫

EPISODE ONE… was the prototype

for a fleshy & meaty ep 2: TAX TORMENT

(because it IS and ISN’T that serious) 🫠

I also fought a bug i guess… because spring sprung all up on me…

SO JOIN ME IN BEING BORDERLINE MANAGEABLE!

You can support the channel by stubbing & turning on notifications so you’ll know when my new video drops. I really really appreciate your not being a jerk about the ad, thanks.

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desultory-suggestions · 2 years

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The things you create don’t have to make sense! They can be messy and wild! They can be confusing and strange! They can be ugly and weird! Stop tethering your sense of creativity to what other people will accept. You deserve to create without inhibition.

#suggestions #reminders #creativity #art #mental health #self love #anxiety #depression #ed recovery #story telling #writing #writer #spilled ink #author #poem #poet #spilled poetry #journaling #studyblr

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theguffbin · 8 months

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I did the thing

the horrible wretched thing

it breathes out of spite for god and smells of diseased moss and I hope it brings nothing but suffering and eight crazy nights bon appetit dork @akanemnon

#I did it #jumping on the bandwagon #because how tf did this monstrosity come back #its fucking horrible and i love it #literally the first thing I do after an eternity of doing nothing #months of creative rut and depression and boom #fucking bitchass adam sandler comes rolling in on a chariot of flaming garbage and broken memes #and suddenly everything feels like it makes sense again #eitherway i hope you hate it #i resisted a snootsie for once #it was hard but i managed #twin runes #twin runes au #twin runes fanart #akanemnon #eight crazy nights

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mikhardwheat · 9 months

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"I'm a writer" I say as I add 87 words to my draft and go to sleep.

#and it'll be first time in 3 weeks too #writers on tumblr #writing #ao3 writers #writeblr #fanfiction writer #fiction writer #creative process #you might call it #depression doesn't help either #writing a book

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abbiemhart · 9 months

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how i write poems:

step one: stare at a wall for three hours.

step two: despair

step three: write literally anything.

step four: hate it.

step five: post my trauma on the internet for all to see.

step six: repeat!

#my process #yes i am mentally ill #creative writing #depressing poem #love poem #love poetry #new poets society #on writing #original poem #poems #poems and poetry #poems and quotes #poetry #poetscommunity #poets #dead poets society #poets on tumblr

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living-dead-girl515 · 1 year

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How is it possible

For my heart to be so full

And yet so sad

All at once

#creative writing #writing #poetry #prose #prose poetry #poem #pretty words #love poem #new poets society #sorry for being depressing #i miss him #long distance couple #spilled poetry #spilled feelings #spilled words #spilled thoughts #spilled ink #spilled emotions

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l-michalska-writer · 11 months

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Hurtful prompts

You don't care enough for me to even know how I feel.

Tell me you still care about me...

No one will ever be able to replace you.

This is a burden that we both share.

I don't recognize the person you've become.

I don't know you anymore.

How did this happen?

How did we both end up lonely in love?

Maybe our love was beautiful, but now it's tragic.

I need more than you.

I'm sorry, you're not enough.

Who are you?

I don't recognize you anymore.

I wish I could've loved you the way you deserve to be loved.

I'm done loving you. I won't let you take another piece of my soul from me.

I will never be enough for you, won't I?

I really thought you were easier to love.

I'll never recover from loving you.

I know I wasn't enough.

Did you ever love me?

Was I just another fling?

Was there a one single moment when you didn't despise me?

Do you recall ever loving me?

I guess my love just wasn't enough.

I thought loving you would be easier.

I would have loved you if you only gave me a chance.

I'm sorry it wasn't enough.

I needed more than you.

Did we just forget about the love that once connected us?

"Were you ever in love?" "Yeah. With you." "That was 20 years ago." "Yeah, I know."

I know my love wasn't enough.

I really thought I could love you.

I no longer know what I believe in.

I used to be so happy with you...

What happened to us?

#my prompts #story prompts #dialogue prompt #writing prompt #fanfiction prompts #sad prompts #love poetry #otp prompts #story prompt #sorry for being depressing #writing #creative writing #writeblr #writers #write #on writing

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magdamateo · 7 months

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archivebottles · 2 years

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shame they cut this part from the fest announcement

[IMG ID: A two panel comic of Deep cut. Panel 1 has Shiver giving an overdramatic speech, 'I need a calm grass starter it's just SO hard- being perfect and winning 2 splatfests in a row and being all around amazing and-'. In the next panel Frye is saying 'We've Got to beat her ass.' and Big Man says 'Ay. (Do you think Callie wants to join Deep Cut?)' /END ID]

#splatoon #shiver #frye #big man #deep cut #team fire btw frye deserves the win #myart #i was going to add a panel of callie in the studio with them but alas.. this gets the point across enough i had a weird depressive spell #and i dont particularly want to spend the creative energy i got on this all day #trying to ease back into drawing

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unboundprompts · 8 months

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Hi,I know this is really specific but can i have some prompt where Person A is suffering from depression after the loss of their lover,and Person B who is Person A's best friend try to help them with it

(maybe Person A start using drug to cope and Person B have to convince them to stop)

I love your work cause it give me a lot of idea for my fic:D

Prompts dealing with Grief and Drug Use

-> tw for depression, drug use, and loss of a loved one.

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

He was killing his mind, he knew he was. But anything was better than having to deal with this pain in his heart.

She just wanted to see them again and she didn't care how artificial it was. The visions of them that would visit her when she was spaced out was enough. Even if they were just too perfect to be real, taking away from that false sense that they were still around, it was enough for her.

"It hurts," Person A cried. "There's this hole in my chest and nothing else can fill it."

"The drugs aren’t filling it," Person B carefully said. "You may feel whole for a few hours, but all it's really doing is carving that cavity deeper and deeper."

They hated to see him like this. Walking around like he was in a daze, not living and barely surviving. They didn't know what to do for him, though. He was dealing with an ache in his chest that they were unfamiliar with, and they worried what taking away his only source of comfort would do to him.

It was decided. She was finally going to say something. Why it took her so long she had no excuse for, but she couldn't keep seeing him like this and pretending everything was okay.

"You can't keep doing this to yourself. What would [dead lover] say if they saw you like this?"

Her eyes hazily moved across the room, seeing [dead lover] standing in front of the window with their arms outstretched. Their figure blocked the sunlight that filtered in through the glass, surrounding them in a golden halo. Tears pricked at her eyes as she groggily smiled. "[Name]? Is that you?"

He stared at them with his arms crossed. They were sprawled out on the floor, drugged out of their mind. He couldn't let this go on any longer.

"I'm not going to stand around while you slowly kill yourself!" Person B yelled as angry tears began to run down their cheeks. "Can't you see what this is doing to you?"

#tw drugs #tw depression #writing prompts #dialogue prompt #creative writing #prompt list #prompts #writeblr #angst prompts #depression prompts #person a and person b #story prompt #sad prompts #grief prompts #anger prompt #angst #drug abuse #tw addiction #death prompts

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 3 months

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The Edge

I know we all know I write whump and that I put my trigger warnings in the tags, but this one might hit pretty close to home so you're also getting a trigger warning before the snippet. TW: Suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide. I wrote this one as a way to process some stuff I'm going through so it might be more dark and angsty than what you're used to seeing from me.

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Hero heard the sound of Villain’s footsteps across the rooftop. They barely turned their head when the criminal sat down next to them, their feet dangling over the edge. They had met many times here before, but unlike those other times, an unsettling silence hung in the air.

“So…” Villain started.

“So.” Hero finished.

“You weren’t yourself this afternoon,” Villain said, “I mean, I know I’m pretty skilled, but you barely managed to dodge any of my attacks. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get hit.”

Villain’s tone was light, but Hero could hear the concern laced underneath. When they didn’t speak, Villain’s eyes widened in realization.

“You were trying to get hit,” they said, “…why?”

Hero still didn’t speak. They stared at the cars passing by on the street below. They thought about how easy it would be to just hop off the ledge and let one ram into them. It’s not like they had flight powers, so everyone would think it was an accident… no one would blame themselves… well, Villain might for not catching them, but they’d get over it soon enough.

Villain cupped Hero’s face and turned their head, forcing them to look in their eyes. Hero blinked dully at them.

“Hero, are you…okay?”

That sent them over the edge. The tears welled up in their eyes, then started to fall. It had been so long since they were able to cry, it was kind of nice to feel the tears stain their cheeks. Once they started though, they couldn’t stop, despite their attempts to do so. The silent tears turned to quiet cries, which turned to sobs, which turned to loud wails that surely everyone in the vicinity could hear.

Hero felt Villain pull them into their chest and rub their hand up and down their back.

“Shhh,” they soothed, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve noticed sooner.”

Hero continued to sob for several minutes. Every now and then, they’d go silent for a moment, but then the screams would start right back up. After what felt like forever, their cries died down to the occasional hiccup and sniffle.

“How long have you been feeling this way?” Villain asked softly.

“Three weeks,” Hero whispered.

Villain cursed quietly.

“I’m going to help you,” they said, “come with me.”

“No one can help me.”

“I can,” Villain said, “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

“I’m tired, Villain,” Hero said, “I’m tired of fighting, I’m tired of failing, I’m tired of being here. I don’t want to be here.”

Hero peeked out from Villain’s chest at the city below. They could make it stop… right now. All they had to do was-

Hero couldn’t move. Villain had a firm grip on them.

“I can’t let you do that,” they said sadly.

Hero had leaned over the edge of the rooftop; Villain’s hold was the only thing keeping them from plummeting to their death. They hadn’t even realized they had tried to move.

“What are you going to do?” Hero asked numbly.

“I said I’m going to help you,” Villain replied, “I’m going to take you back to my base and I’m going to get you someone to talk to.”

“Not the psych ward,” Hero said quickly.

“No, not the psych ward,” Villain agreed, “but you shouldn’t be left alone right now. Come on.”

Villain helped Hero to their feet. Hero felt dizzy, exhausted, and numb. They lifted them into a bridal carry; Hero didn’t resist. They flew from the rooftop back to their base, while Hero closed their eyes, their head resting against Villain’s chest.

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letterstomonkey · 1 year

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Grief is a leaky faucet and a forged signature; The pipes froze over and you forgot to Call your mom back, and that was three days ago. Grief is addictive, Residual and graceless; I grieve in place of a Painted-by-hand Ceramic, potted plant. Grief is visceral itching A scabbing tattoo Sunday at 6pm Tumbleweeds in the pantry and my bedroom is sick of me; Grief is opening the blinds for the first time at 6pm Because it is better to start the day Dripping faucet and all, when the alternative is keeled over in a parking lot. Grief is a feeling, or a meaning a meal, a money order, a missing sock or a tearful walk- But I can grieve you in rooms I haven't stepped in yet, But I can grieve you in brush strokes on a blank page, But I can grieve you in how I cough up smoke. Grief is regret. Grieving you, like gawking at a full moon only to discover it was yesterday, so now what will you find in the sky to celebrate? Grief is the last time we looked at the moon at the same time, never knowing it, Grief is a leaky faucet.

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27paperlilies · 9 months

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Depression is my sunshade

In the sunlight I wither and despair

Shadows under branches,

offer sweet refuge and care.

Flowers tilt up

towards the warmth and light

But I feel the glow is poison

Something in me isn't right.

#27paperlilies #depression be like #writeblr #poetblr #original poem #short poem #spilled ink #writing #creative writing #writing community #writblr #poems and poetry #poetry #poems on tumblr #poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #female poets

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cat-brrr · 3 months

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Pretty please with a cherry on tawp draw Mike Makowski :33

#mike makowski #next time be a little more creative simple character reqs gives me depression #not mad #reqs

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suchawrathfullamb · 4 months

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sometimes I'll read fics or headcanons where Will makes fun of Hannibal and jokes around and Hannibal never gets his jokes or is all serious and formal, etc, but honestly? To me it's always the opposite lol, Hannibal literally called Mason when he was hunting him "just for fun" LOL LIKE THAT MAN. ALSO HE WAS MAKING CANNIBAL PUNS LEFT AND RIGHT meanwhile will is just sulking eternally

#will is so done and grumpy and hannibal is honeybal sunshine like he's depressed but still manages to put up a sunshiney mask imagine when #he is actually with will murder husbanding and truly satisfied and happy? that man would be insufferable #it weirds me out cause although some fics are very good I do wonder if they actually watched the show when they depict them like this which #is totally fine ofc creative freedom but it does make me wonder if they wrote for the fandom without having seen the original content #and it is okay but does feel kind of weird and ooc #nbc hannibal #hannigram #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #fanfic

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abbiemhart · 9 months

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i catch a glimpse of myself

in the mirror

but it’s no one

i recognize.

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