apologies to anyone who ever thought i was cool and reached out to me only to discover i am just a weird little hermit who can't carry on a conversation to save my life
People on tumblr will be like. "Hey wait a minute, this post links to a post on another blog."
watching horror movies with lots of death to fill in the void
I can’t fuck with people who don’t understand the importance of mental health. At all.
when people say everything happens for a reason like are you fucking insane
BPD culture is sending yourself posts/videos to your own account instead of to your friends or bf on things abt your disorder/trauma related bc you can feel how uncomfy they get when you bring it up since you're not getting any better and it's getting more complicated. So sending it to yourself it feels like you sent it to someone else and you can revisit them when you're lonely. At least the people on the screen understand.
time: [passes]
me: what
putting my perfume on just to sit around the house all day
*slaps forehead* this bad boy can fit so much mental illness in it
i mean i could just not have existed in the first place