the older I get, the more I look back on my favorite YA heroines with a growing sense of protective mothering, like I want to gather them all up in my arms and go “you did what when you were sixteen? oh no, get back inside, Chosen One or whatever you’re going by these days, let me swaddle you in blankets and we can eat some chocolate and I’ll tell you how you’re great without having to fulfill the prophecy.”
"…leave your sword and love triangle outside, thank you"
The sky was super dramatic this afternoon
God DAMN it. My laptop fried itself a couple of weeks ago, and I thought I’d use the evening to see what data I could salvage, since the damned machine only stays powered for a bit at a time. Set up laptop and external hard drive. Power up computer. Open file to save docs to hard drive. Laptop powers down. Repeat 5 times. Come to crushing realization that all my docs and pics and music are gone. Try not to cry. Cry a lot.
I don’t care what kind of blog I have I will blog this no matter what.
"Craving sensation: feeling unreal" was such a huge part of the beginning of my relapse. I was convinced that people in front of me didn’t even exist and I kept touching things and trying to feel sensation. I’m reblogging because I know that that was so horrifying for me and I never want anyone else to go through it.
In case someone needs to see thisJust in case this can help someone. Some suggestions also seem harmful (eating a hot pepper really hurts!!!) but steps to feeling better and not self harming is most important. Sending you love and light
STOP SCROLLING! Please reblog this vitally important information because at least one of your followers is self-harming. Thank you!
I need this
I’ve used some of these and they really do help! Reblogging forever simply because this could help save someone
not just followers, everyone.
I’m here if any of you need to talk<3
Designer Goula Figeura’s Orwell day bed lets you easily shut yourself off from the outside world with its light and noise-cancelling curtains.
I need this for work.
Actually, this reminds me of college. I was in the bottom bunk and hung up blankets from the top bunk, giving me a wonderful little cocoon. I was never happier.