abutterflyobsession:

me: I will do things when I am less tired

me: *never becomes less tired*

me: oh no

tobebrutaltobekind:

The intimacy of answering the phone “Hey you.”
The intimacy of stopping to wait when someone needs to tie their shoe.
The intimacy of knowing when someone’s voice is thick with worry or sleep.
The intimacy of singing (badly) with someone in the car.
The intimacy of huddling together under a shelter/umbrella.
The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting.
The intimacy of trying to make plans and, “Oh no we can’t, you’re working that day.”
The intimacy of matching your pace to theirs as you walk.
The intimacy of being there for someone as they cry.
The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.”
The intimacy of feeling someone’s warmth through their clothes when you hug.
The intimacy of being given change that’s warm from the heat of someone else’s hand.
The intimacy of shared, comfortable silence.
The intimacy of knowing how someone would react.
The intimacy of keeping the radio off when someone falls asleep on a long car journey.
The intimacy of sharing one earbud each.
The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits.
The intimacy of “I had a dream about you.”
The intimacy of inside jokes.
The intimacy of feeding someone food as they drive (or really any other time).
The intimacy of knowing just how someone likes their tea/coffee.
The intimacy of trying something new together and having no idea what you’re doing; the shared hesitancy.
The intimacy of someone saying “Text me when you’re home safe.”
The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company.
The intimacy of sharing secrets in the nighttime, because 3am will never tell.
The intimacy of someone’s pet recognising you and coming over to say hello.
The intimacy of “This made me think of you.”
The intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat. 
The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up.
The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?”
The intimacy of someone sharing the meaning behind their tattoos.
The intimacy of just looking at someone and dissolving into laughter together.

“Now I keep in mind that none of us can love and be loved without the possibility of loss but that there’s a difference between knowledge and terror.”

— Lori Gottlieb, Maybe You Should Talk To Someone

bitcoitus:

bitcoitus:

Please remember that almost everyone around you is traumatized. I didn’t understand this when I was younger. I wondered why people acted so strangely and irrationally. Maybe all children wonder this. The author Robert Anton Wilson said (paraphrasing), “We have never seen a completely sane adult human.” No one makes it out of this life alive. It’s not their fault. Mercy, kindness, forgiving — these are what makes one human. They are other names for love. People break in the strangest of ways.

“Under the present brutal and primitive conditions on this planet, every person you meet should be regarded as one of the walking wounded. we have never seen a man or woman not slightly deranged by either anxiety or grief. we have never seen a totally sane human being.“ — Robert Anton Wilson

bakwaaas:

‘relationships are work’ means ‘you have to put effort into loving each other intentionally & learning how to love each other and communicating properly’ not ‘your relationship makes you feel stressed and sad most of the time & the other person disrespects you and treats you bad but you stay anyway’

deviika:

—John Updike

So tired of being strong for everyone while I’m so fucking drained mentally and physically.

werenotreallystrangers:

Hard truths about love:

1. Everybody’s love looks different. 

2. Not everyone one can love you the way you need. That doesn’t mean they love you any less. That also doesn’t mean you need to stay. 

3. Sometimes the most loving thing is letting go. 

linguisticparadox:

ponyfiasco:

adhighdefinition:

the two adhd moods in a nutshell

• overstimulated: can’t do it because everything is too much
  
• understimulated: can’t do it because everything is too boring
  

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Third mood: I can do this ONE THING FOR HOURS WITHOUT STOPPING BUT IF YOU INTERRUPT ME I CAN NEVER DO IT AGAIN

sunflorally:

your relationship doesn’t have to be toxic to be a bad one. it can be unfulfilling, exhausting, loveless. and someone doesn’t have to be terrible to you for you to leave them. if you aren’t primarily happy in your relationship, you have a valid reason to not be in it. don’t beat yourself up because your situation “could be worse.” if it isn’t what you want, you don’t have to stay in it.

biwomensupport:

voidbat:

stimmyabby:

You don’t have to be grateful that it isn’t worse.

read that.

read it again, and again, and again.

somebody, somewhere, always has it worse than you. there is one person on this planet that has it the worst of all, and that person is NOT the only person allowed to be unhappy with their lot.

if things are bad for you, they are bad for you. period.

This goes for trauma as well. A lot of times survivors get trapped in a cycle of  minimizing/diminishing their trauma because “other people have it worse” - but there is no hierarchy of trauma. There is no ranking system for which traumas are “better” or “worse.” Your trauma is valid. Period.

stefflontwan:

You know what’s scary about this age? You can’t even enjoy your down time. You’re socially convinced that every moment you’re spending not doing anything is wasted time. That you always should be working towards something. We forget that it’s okay to have a breather and simply take time to yourself.

ibilateral:

Sunsets and stars make me feel things.

underbellamy:

me: fIGHT ME (ง︡’-‘︠)ง

me: *is afraid to ask people for help at stores* *stutters when ordering take out* *runs as fast as i can out of a room after i shut the lights off in case the shadow monsters try to get me* *will refuse to go back into a room after seeing a spider until i know for a fact it is gone*