How Dare You Make It Harder For Me To Hate Myself

“I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke.”

— Meredith Grey

i keep thinking about how it feels as if we have developed ourselves an obsession with "healing" these days – and a friend said something that really stuck in my head – "if you're part of a community where you're always trying to heal, then that means that you always need to be sick". like i think that we're all taking this ideal of healing too far saying that everybody needs therapy all the time and resetting your gut biome or surrounding yourself with positive energy or whatever it is that you can come up with. you're always focusing on something that is "wrong" and that needs to be eliminated, after which everything will be okay again. it all sounds like just another way of maintaining an illusion of control over your life and i don't think it's doing us any good

girls be like “i know a place” and before you know it you’re cuddling in a tree

Your suffering does not have to be beautiful. It does not have to culminate in an eloquent writing piece or a tragically gorgeous painting. It does not have to “make you stronger” or “be part of a greater plan leading to something better.” It does not have to be romanticized or presentable. Yes, you are artistic. Yes, you are beautiful. Yes, you are strong. But before any of those things, you are a feeling human in a world where nothing is certain. Allow yourself to be so.

please do not ask me what my plans for the future are, im quite literally still not convinced that i am even a real person

Maybe if I was prettier. Or maybe if I was more horrifying actually

“Never make fun of someone’s passion because that’s the thing that saves them from the world.”

— Unknown

Good psychological horror got me kicking my feet and giggling

just a friendly reminder that there are people out there who will accommodate for you. you are not a burden. you deserve to feel comfortable