me, waking up, immediately remembering how miserable i am: oh, fuck this
~I’ll just pretend I’m getting better~
I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966
no one:
me: i am once again asking, are you mad at me? absolutely nothing happened but, do you hate me deeply? am i your worst enemy?
bpd is telling someone you've known for barely an hour, they're your favourite person to exist and you would give them your entire heart and when they don't reciprocate it after the next hour you feel heartbroken then hate them more than yourself and tell yourself they ain't shit but then you grieve them and plan to never interact again only to get excited again thinking about them but then you picture killing them. All in a few hours.
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bpd culture is waking up at 10:54 and desperately messaging a tumblr ask blog because maybe if they acknowledge your existence right now you can accept it yourself and avoid spiralling into a disassociative episode late at night again despite the fact you felt great two hours ago but the realization of all your poor decisions is weighing upon you now.
bpd culture is also waking up seven hours later feeling sapped of energy, before it spiral higher and higher each day and night until you hit your low again at 10:54 and the cycle beginning anew every day.
I'm going to go eat a croissant
Another night, same thoughts
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Pass along and use the shit out of them
No one should own knowledge, and the pursuit of knowledge should be guarenteed.
👏👏 NO ONE SHOULD OWN KNOWLEDGE AND THE PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE SHOULD BE GUARANTEED 👏👏
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im so sad im just gonna move to minnesota and live in the woods and if a bear eats me a bear eats me yknow like good for him