Michael Cunningham, "The Hours" // Anne Sexton, "The Touch" // Charles M. Schulz, Peanuts And Last Night

Notes goal post. Because why not.

I don't expect this to get very much attention, but I need motivation for some stuff so here we go I suppose

20 notes and I'll drink some water

50 and ill brush my teeth every night for the next week

100 and I'll start actually studying for my tests

150 and I'll weed my garden

200 and ill wash my hair regularly for the next month (like every other day)

300 ill start actually packing my lunches for school and eating them for two weeks

400 ill start eating food that's good for me, and have protein semiregularly

500 ill start taking my vitamins again so I can stop being malnourished

600 ill start going on walks again

700 ill clean my room

800 ill start reading and writing more

900 ill fully delete all of my suicide notes and wills that I've written

1000 ill throw away the razors

1500 ill be honest with my parents about all my physical issues and go to a medical professional

2000 ill ask my mom to let me go to therapy again

2500 ill stop starving myself when I'm mad at myself for one whole month

3000 I'll start like really trying again to be happy

5000 ill begin to actually try to be a good person, even considering my limits and all that

10000 ill listen to the entirety of welcome to nightvale (the real incentive here)

Spam allowed, tagging allowed, the deadline is October 22.

have fun

survival is an act of rebellion. jim loves you SO MUCH. i hope this finds all of us who need it today. please stay alive so we can make it out together. sending so much love and strength

"SURVIVING"

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i wish i could feel alive by myself

Doesn't matter how much effort I put in, right? It's hard to love me.

I’m hoping for an outcome like this :)

they tell you about school and they tell you about work and they tell you about taxes and responsibilities and ideals you have to reach. they don’t tell you about baking chocolate cookies from scratch at the ungodly hours of 11 at night and sitting on your kitchen floor while watching a home decor competition show while you get to munch on a cookie that tastes like the hot chocolate you used to make when you needed a reason to live as a teenager. they don’t tell you about getting to eat another cookie while you think about capturing this moment in a mason jar and shipping it through time to your younger self who gets scared so easily by school and work and taxes and responsibilities and ideals. your younger self who wonders if there’s still comfort, still good things, and if you get to claim them for yourself at some point or if comfort is always a question of dependence. they don’t tell you about that, when for years we do nothing but dream about moments like these