call me L // 23 || hufflepuff // booknerd || lover of cats, coffee, all things harry potter, marvel, stranger things & a:tla
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thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.
truly the worst thing to ever happen to baseball.
this is devastating
we used to curse whole bloodlines for less than this
it's giving princess celestia
one of the most challenging skills i've had to learn as an adult is the art of figuring out whether i'm proportionally annoyed with someone or just tired and overstimulated and looking for reasons to be pissed off
Romanticizing your life sounds so stupid but it will help you cope. Taking extra time to make a yummie coffee in the morning, sitting outide observing the wind in the trees, writing poems, going to old book stores, watching your childhood favourite movies, listening to romantic jazz, writing in a coffee shop, making sure you have moody lighting in your room, putting on asmr rooms as a background noise while you work. It's not a solution, but it makes things a bit better.
Roommate!Eddie Munson x Reader
A/N: Thinking silly Eddie thoughts after a long day of writing porn Eddie thots
Warnings: sex talk, period talk, cramps, written in tumblr app, Eddie has a douchebag jar like in New Girl
Masterlist
"Okaaaayyy," he grumbles, rolling his eyes and throwing his hands up in exasperation. "I will have sex with you."
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"Huh?"
"What the hell...did you just say, Eddie," you incredulously ask over the chorus of complaints from Steve and Robin.
Nodding his head, gesticulating like he's placating you. "I will have sex with you. Urrggh, twist my arm, why don't you," he complains, bobbing his head with played up frustration.
"I didn't ask to have sex with you. All I said was my cramps are bad today." You look at him like the insane person he is.
"Okay...," he looks around like you're missing the point. "But do you wanna?"
"Jar," you all shout in unison, pointing to the glass jar on the coffee table-the jar specifically labeled 'Eddie's a Douche.'
a relationship should be fifty-fifty. She lays me gently in the cold dark earth and I crawl home to her.
no matter how hard i try i will always be that little girl wondering why everyone is better friends with eachother than her and begging to be loved
hyperfixation please stay with me long enough to complete the project. hyperfixation do not fade. hyperfixation finish what you started for the love of god
alright everyone
hello again (bill clinton limewire voice) my fellow americans
There are a few states that actually have Shield/Refuge laws designed to help trans people fleeing from trans-unsafe states, which also guarantee trans folks access to healthcare. These states are:
California
Colorado
Illinois
Oregon
Vermont
Washington
Minnesota
New Mexico
Maine
Massachusetts
Rhode Island
Connecticut
Washington D.C.
Additionally, some states have "trans sanctuary" executive orders signifying safety for trans folks seeking healthcare. These states are:
Maryland
New Jersey
New York
Living as a resident in these states means you are protected by state's rights and state government to continue or begin receiving trans healthcare. These laws have been codified in their states so everything has been a-ok'd by their state governments.
Stay alive. You got this. I love you.
8.46am__
“Can I be mean for a second” I would not care if you killed the bitch in front of me. Now what’s bothering you queen
I DONT WANNA PAY BILLS I WANNA USE MY MONEY FOR FOOD AND LIL GIFTS FOR MYSELF AND MY LOVED ONES
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains.
i just want a device that scans me and plays the perfect songs... tracks ive never heard before… totally random, but somehow it would know exactly what my ears have been craving
fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.
hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.
hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy
hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it
hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently
hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love
horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho
i love friends to lovers because they know everything there is to know about you and they still end up choosing you.
all your quirks, pet peeves, the bad days when all you want to do is rot in bed, the good days when you feel like you’ve got the world in your hands, the mood swings, sudden rushes of adrenaline, moments of insecurity, flashes of anger, endless laughter that you just can’t stop for the life of you — basically everything that makes you you, and they’re still like; yeah. i want that.