Sending suicide bait to somebody you know is suicidal is one of the lowest things you can do. Sending it proves your personality is nothing but a trail of slime between the dumpster you came from and wherever your trashy leaking ass is right now.
Thanks for proving your true character. You’re somebody who is both cruel and too spineless to put their name on what they say.
You’re cowardly bullies and nothing more.
To the people dealing with this kind of anon bullshit, you’re worth more than their trashy words want you to believe. Don’t give in to them. Rise above it. They choose hate. You don’t have to absorb their self loathing or reflect it back. You’re not a mirror or a black hole. You are a light and they are mere shadows hiding behind their gray masks.
Me in my dreams
Thanks for helping me laugh at myself
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kirei des ne?
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[Image description: a huge whirlpool of blue water with white waves and ripples. It looks like the ocean is draining out like someone pulled the stopper out of a huge bathtub. End of image description.] VORTEX DAYS A vortex day is a day where one appointment suck all your energy up for the entire day before and after. For example, today I went out for Japanese class which I really enjoy, but from the moment I wake up I have to start fighting with my own irrational negative thoughts that say: “No, it’s too difficult, it’s not worth it, no one will miss you if you don’t go, just stay home.” Then in the midst of this tug-of-war, practical preparations have to be made: my hair is a mess; where the heck is my hairbrush? Oh no, better feed the cat first. I should wash my face...but ugh, no, I don’t want to see how ugly I am. Let’s have a Klonopin and sit down for a while. Oh no, I fell asleep! I’m already late! Rush out the door tripping over things and cursing like a sailor. I do enjoy Japanese class, but when I get back the rest of the day is devoted to recovery. Curl into a ball, pull my hat over my eyes, twist and turn my tangle toy into and out of a thousand knots. Light my butterscotch scented candle, turn on the humidifier, turn on the air purifier and the white noise machine. Ah, finally I’m back in my space capsule. Expeditions to Earth take a lot out of a fragile alien visitor like me!
Thanks to Amethyst for her hard work on this issue and her sincerity and clarity and absence of malice
Trigger warning: Ableism, eugenics, medical abuse.
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