If Callum dies because Rayla has to kill him and doesn't come back to life - I'M LEAVING THE FANDOM AND NEVER COMING BACK, EVER
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Brooo we gots therapy todayy, in like, 18 minutes!!
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I'm taking a break from everything, so I won't be around here or anywhere for atleast a week (might be longer). I might pop in once or twice the next week, but won't do much with interacting or reblogging stuff.
See you lovely souls when I'm back! 🩶 (and feeling better)
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i love taking stuff that makes me happy from myself cuz of smth someone said
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I hate everything
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Thanks Hayley...i'm pretty sure it's not accurate🥺🥺😭😭
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ok so um BAD
I went into a manic ep a few h ago and for the last several hours have been quick cleaning my room cause otherwise my brain goes too fast and I can't deal with it I can't so I need to keep moving stopping is not an option
Mom just called me for dinner
I have to stop
And eat
For like an hour while we watch tv
I can't stop
I NEED TO KEEP MOVING!!!! I CANT STOP!!!!!!
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my fav thing about college is almost never wearing a bra and now getting in trouble for it with my mother
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Using tumblr to share stuff about my life that literally no one cares about, but I just recovered from an emotional outburst, that in hindsight, is absolutely ridiculous but at the same time very sad.
I literally took one look at my lock screen today (5 minutes ago) because I went to check my messages and the second I took that look, I started bawling. Not because of my messages, oh no. I looked at this:
And I cried. I cried for five whole minutes.
I’ve been so wound up, anxious, fucking stressed and touch-starved lately that the thought of a man who I’ve only met once hugging me makes me crave the same goddamn hug RIGHT NOW. And I saw his face and I straight-up just bawled my eyes out and now I don’t know whether to laugh at how stupid that sounds or continue crying. I’m probably going to do the latter. I just need a hug, even a ‘hi’ would be enough. ‘How are you?’ THAT WOULD BE ENOUGH. Just someone who shows me love without even knowing me or what’s going on. A fucking ‘how are you?’ From a stranger goes a fucking long way, Charlie proved that because I felt so much fucking better that day. ‘Cause I’ve been lacking some real life love lately and I could really use some when I’m stressed, which I am. But no, here I am, writing angst and hurt/comfort with Matt Murdock to deal with my feelings because no one else in my close circle seems to give me comfort lately. That’s why I cried, probably, because I feel alone. Explains a lot.
So yeah, I’m not okay. Send help.
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how can i study and start my report for tomorrow when i can’t even get out of bed?
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i might be taking a break for a little while
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"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw
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tumblr is so good for anonymous breakdowns omg
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No one cares
no one doubts
all there is is an empty drought
For all that falls
for all that grows
one can't help but wish for the stars above.
Can't you see?
No one hears.
For all that's left is full of fear.
For all that's left
for all that burns
all you can do is twist and turn.
For the stars above that shine so bright
no one can see that one dies tonight.
Hopes and dreams forever lost
death awaits for the souls above.
Can't you hear?
No one looks.
For all that's left is rot and crooks.
One pains so much, reaching beneath
finding shadows within the deep.
For warmth holds dear, keeping one cold
and no one cares for souls of old.
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Remember my post about NaNoWriMo from yesterday?
Well let’s face it.
I live in America. I don’t have the time for it!
Especially with a make it or break it exam in the middle of the month.
So my new goal? Try to get a paragraph of any type down by the end of the day.
Be it an actual part of the story, a plot point I need to get out, or just a ramble about that one really cool outfit piece that would look amazing on my character and when/how it can be used.
My mental health is… not the best. Stress and anxiety are running laps in my brain but I still want to do something so…
What do you think of my new plan?!
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i wish i could be only here. no other social medias. but i need instagram to work and its hell
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