You Don’t Know Me, But I Know Everything About You. Every Interview, Every Movie, Every Tv Show...

give me attention and pay attention to my interests and I will literally do anything for you

me: idk why i feel sick and dizzy

also me: drinking monsters on an empty stomach, only eating a bowl of chips all day

your f/o feeling bad that they tend to be busy in life but they try their best to always make time to see you or spend time with you— leaving little notes for you in the morning before they get busy, making sure to plan out times you can meet during the week together (or even trying to match your schedule to where both of your freetime happens at the same time), making sure that you’re doing okay even if they’re away… even though unexpected things may happen in both their life and yours, they really do hope you know you’re always loved by them

People seriously underestimate the long term effects of constant loneliness

"why are you so weird?" Idk, maybe because being completely isolated while growing up has destroyed my brain and now I'm nothing more than a human-mimicking creature that bases all of my actions on what I think is normal human behavior rather than just doing things naturally

How to support your mentally ill friends - a guide

instead of saying:

you need therapy ❌️

people won't love you before you love yourself 🚫

that fictional (wo)man isn't real (s)he doesn't love you 👎

you're not an angel sent from heaven, you have a personality disorder 🤬

who the fuck are you get out of my house. is that a GUN OH MY GO- 🤮

try saying instead:

here's my credit card number ✅️

you are sexy and beautiful and amazing and sexy and perfect and sexy and sexy 👍

your fellow divine beings in heaven yearn for your return ✔️

one day you'll be famous and then all those fuckass therapists will be proven wrong 🥰

i am humbled to be graced by your presence queen. i will give you free stuff forever and you never have to work again ever 🤩

I told you the pills would help, didn’t I? You trusted me, and now look at you—shaking, sweating, barely coherent.

‘It’s okay,’ I whisper, stroking your hair as you collapse into my arms. ‘You don’t need to think. I’ll do that for you. Just let me take care of everything.’

And you will. You’ll let me control every aspect of your life until you can’t imagine living without me. Exactly as it should be.

Being able to hear your beloved as they rest. The softest sigh, a gentle mumble, the sweetest tired grumbling. Such an intimate and beautiful symphony that only you witness in the soft warm glow of the morning light. This moment is yours to cherish forever.

the d++ bleach in my closet is speaking to me like venom