Tired Eyes. Heavy Sighs. Thick Thighs. Cheesy Fries.

jj-online:

it’s just kind of bullshit that i can’t talk about my bouts of depression without scaring people

like i just want to try to get it out of my head and i don’t need a grippy sock vacation (even though it is the traditional month for such things)

but that makes everyone clingy or shut me down

i just want to express how frustrated i am that my brain still tells me i want to kms

i actively do not want to feel like this. i want to like being alive.

i know my life is worth living and that i matter to people

my brain continues

fairycosmos:

unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven’t seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind

macleod:
“This is one of those stories, that even if the perception rolled is too low to be real, that it’s just so nice to hear, like a story overheard in a tavern and someone is boasting about being called a dumb dumb mister.
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macleod:

This is one of those stories, that even if the perception rolled is too low to be real, that it’s just so nice to hear, like a story overheard in a tavern and someone is boasting about being called a dumb dumb mister.