queer (he/they) the himbo of your dreamsā¢Borgesā¢The Chicksā¢Rockwell Blakeā¢Cecilia Bartoliā¢Colorsā¢Jessica Walterā¢LAND BACKā¢BLMā¢FREE PALESTINE
a neurospicy dream life:
⢠slow mornings
⢠creative income
⢠one safe person
⢠a regulated nervous system
⢠no fucking rush
⢠lots of snacks
I stopped telling people when my mental health starts slipping again. Once I heard someone say how exhausting it is to love someone with depression and anxiety it stuck with me. The last thing I ever want is for the people I love to feel drained because Iām trying so hard just to keep my head above water. So instead, I drown quietly. Alone. Not because I want to, but because Iād rather suffer in silence than be a burden. Thatās a pain most people will never understand.
Being completely upfront about everything, doing exactly what they ask of you, and still being the villain; I would literally bend over backward to make you happy and bring you joy
i regret to inform you that personal growth rarely comes from acquiring new knowledge and almost always from:
- getting humiliated
- showing up terrified and doing it anyway
- admitting you might be the problem
Still texting me to share things in his life and how much he misses and yearns for me; I donāt get to text him though; I forgive him, but he wonāt forgive me