Explaining your mental illness to others is a tough balancing act. You want them to believe you, but you also don’t want them to start treating you as subhuman because of it.
I wish it didn’t have to be like that.
See: the pressure to prove you’re disabled, but not too disabled.
yeah clowns and heights are scary and all but have u ever clogged your friends toilet
what kind of worm is this
these are not worms. you can tell by how fuzzy these are, that these are caterpillars. some day, these will grow enormous, colorful wings and become butterflies
I think something is wrong with my two caterpillars, they are 9 years old and haven’t built cocoons yet. Oh no, this is bad.
I want someone to love me like snape loved lily. like gatsby loved daisy. like heathcliffe loved cathy. like the phantom loved christine. like humbert loved lolita. like apollo loved daphne. l don’t understand romance. please keep men away from me until I learn
thank god this post ends like it does
They warned me and I listened but THEN I DIDN’T HAHAHAHAHAhaha
I got so much crap when I cut my hair the second time. All I heard was, “you have such beautiful hair why did you cut it?” When my hair got long enough I got loc extensions. I heard nothing but praise. “Now you look like a woman.” “Don’t ever cut your hair again, you look so much better.” Until I went home and my grandparents gave me crap for having locs.
I am not my hair. And no matter how I choose to style it, I look beautiful. My hair and what I choose to do with it does not define me nor does it concern you. And no matter how I wear it I look divine because of who I am, not what is on my head.
yay look what just arrived >.<