Ive Found That Partially Treated Mental Illness Can Sometimes Look To Uninvolved Onlookers Like Faked

am taking perverse pleasure in reminding people it's 2025. that's a star trek year. silly little science fiction number. except it's happening, and DANG ain't it underwhelming!

keep thinking that in another life i’d get to be a roughed up boy with split knuckles who gets to cope without hoping it is beautiful. keeping thinking i could be the girl that smells like a warm fire on the train, the one you fall in love with for a split second before i’m gone. keep thinking i could be the sunshine, or the moon, or both, or maybe a black hole. been wishing to get scraped up on the pavement and wear my hair messy, and drink ‘til i hit rock bottom so hard i chip my teeth and make myself learn how to sing again. keep forgetting it’s neither here or there, it’s now. so i’ll drink if i want until i remember how to feel alive, i’ll get roughed up and wear my cheap perfume that smells like rubbing alcohol at first, and i’ll be the sun and the moon and the birds singing in june, because there is literally no other life, it’s just this one. fucker.

keep thinking “somewhere in another life” like this isn’t the only one i get. fucker.

tumblr tuesday: reflective aesthetics

Happy Smoke and Mirrors day! What does that mean? No one seems to know! We do like mirrors and reflections of one sort or another over here, though, don’t we. So here are some dreamy aesthetic renditions of reflections of real things. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ You’re all beautiful.

@lila-schmetterling​:

@solarflaredfilm​:

@megageorgeous​:

@ar-dz​:

@of-two-lands​:

@aetherxdiscette​

@simplytegwin​:

@iamnotamango​:

@foggyforresst​

@somnolent-aesthetic​:

mitsuki koga vs the seven evil lesbian miscommunications

thank u twitter user for the caption

im changing... augh... i can feel my dna changing... it hurts.... *hand turns into a dvd*

when i was sixteen and insane for my shakespeare class final i had to do the “alas poor yorick” monologue at a competition and while i was doing it i had this insane thought of like. i’ve never been and never will be closer to experiencing hamlet’s mental state than i am right now. like of course all that stuff didn’t happen to me but when you’re 16-19 you kind of feel like all that stuff is happening, all the time, constantly

"they must have been on drugs when they made this!" = dismissive assumption

"they must have been eating rotisserie chicken when they made this!" = insightful deduction