friendly reminder that:
- you are not weak if you want meds for your disorder
- you are not weak if you relapse once
- you are not weak if you relapse a thousand times
- you are not weak if some kinds of therapy don’t work for you
- you are not weak if some kinds of meds don’t work for you
- you are not weak if you have a mental disorder.I will reblog every time.
why is my bedroom always so hot
maybe because it holds a portal to hell because satan himself thinks you’re a cutie and is reaching from the depths of hell to touch that booty
i love the science side of tumblr
I keep trying to pick up the pieces of your brokenness, but the only thing that is happening is I’m getting cut.
Last night I thought I kissed the loneliness from out your belly button. I thought I did, but later you sat up, all bones and restless hands, and told me there is a knot in your body that I cannot undo. I never know what to say to these things. “It’s okay.” “Come back to bed.” “Please don’t go away again.” Sometimes you are gone for days at a time and it is all I can do not to call the police, file a missing person’s report, even though you are right there, still sleeping next to me in bed. But your eyes are like an empty house in winter: lights left on to scare away intruders. Except in this case I am the intruder and you are already locked up so tight that no one could possibly jimmy their way in. Last night I thought I gave you a reason not to be so sad when I held your body like a high note and we both trembled from the effort.
Some people, though, are sad against all reason, all sensibility, all love. I know better now. I know what to say to the things you admit to me in the dark, all bones and restless hands. “It’s okay.” “You can stay in bed.” “Please come back to me again."
I keep feeling like all I’m playing is a difficult game of tug-of-war between me and your past, there are times I feel like I’m going to win then there are times when it feels like I’m about to fall and everything will be lost. I know it’s hard to let go of the past, I’m a walking poster child of someone that can’t let anything go. Just one day I want you to wake up and realize I’m not like the rest. I’m in love with you, for you, not money, things you get me, or your body. I fell in love with your personality the way you can make laugh and feel like I have worth. Everything else is just bonus points on something I already feel is 100%. Just realize that I’m not going to hurt you like you’ve been hurt before.