I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to cut the cord. If I stop and think about it, I miss them. I want to continue this path. Get by on my own. Stay medication free, but I’m realizing that if I keep telling myself to wait it out, suck it for months or a year. That’s a month or a year I’ll never get back. That doesn’t make me strong. It weakens me in the long run. I just don’t know that I have the support system to try and get back on a regime. Relapse is inevitable and I know it’s been on the horizon for quite some time. Who knows how long that’ll last it if it’ll end at all. All I know is I miss home as much as I hate it. Familiarity can be an enemy.
y’all bleed outta your vaginas
once a month, your panties look like a fucking murder scene
you are basically giVING BIRTH TO THE FUCKING LINING OF ONE OF YOUR INTERNAL ORGANS
and yet you just go about your daily business like
girls are fucking badass.
FINALLY SOMEONE WHO FUCKING GETS IT
Never not reblog. FUCKING.YES.
When I’m having an episode, I don’t need you to save me.
I don’t need you to encourage me.
I don’t need you to do anything but hold me and understand that there are some things I have to go through on my own.
*dips your opinion in salsa and eats it*
Tell everyone you know: “My happiness depends on me, so you’re off the hook.” And then demonstrate it. Be happy, no matter what they’re doing. Practice feeling good, no matter what. And before you know it, you will not give anyone else responsibility for the way you feel - and then, you’ll love them all. Because the only reason you don’t love them, is because you’re using them as your excuse to not feel good.
if i hear gimme more start playing i will start dirty dancing immediately like i could be at my grandma’s funeral and hear “its britney bitch” from a passing car and i’d slut drop right into her grave i give no fucks