“It’s okay to not be okay”
Unless it impacts your work performance…
Or your grades
Or how you act
Or if it causes you to say no
Or if you’re harder to be around
Or if you need time alone
Or if you talk about it
Or show symptoms
“It’s okay to not be okay”
Unless you have trauma
Unless you have one of those “scary” mental illnesses
Unless it inconveniences me
Unless you’re undiagnosed
Unless you cry or scream or make a scene
Unless you don’t keep that shit to yourself
Unless you make me uncomfortable
Unless I can’t infantilize or fetishize you
Unless you have hallucinations
Unless you have psychosis
Unless you get angry
Unless I think you’re cringe
Unless you can’t preform hygiene tasks
Unless you’re disabled, or trans, or gay, or not white, or fat, or AFAB, or intersex, or a man… so I guess anyone
“It’s okay to not be okay”
As long as nobody ever finds out.
Our society has a severe issue with performative activism, and mental health is a huge example of this. Every time someone considers reaching out, they run through this list mentally. This is why true activists and resources need to be loudly supportive of all the things on this list. Take the subtext out of your support.
CHAT ITS OUR 16 MONTHS TODAY!!!!!
but i don't get to see them :C
devastating
BUT MY LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDS SO I CONTINUE TO BE HAPPY AND OKAY BC AS LONG AS WE LOVE EACH OTHER NOTHING CAN STOP US RAAAAAGGGHHHH
i love themmm :333
Kissing her on the forehead before she falls asleep in my arms.
i'm not ghosting you, i forgot i was real
ten minutes in bus stop time is equivalent to about 45 minutes in normal time
"Centipedes don't fuck" is one of my favorite animal facts. There are plenty of sexually reproducing animals that don't fuck per se (like a lot of fish) but centipedes don't even meet. Males just leave sperm packets lying on the fucking ground and females pick them up and take them home. They don't even hang out
slow tongue kissing would solve all my problems
"Ok, ma'am that'll be $226.03."
I take my wallet out of my pocket and unfold it. It is empty other than a single moth that lazily flies out. The moth lands on the tap point of the card reader. There's a beat, and my payment is processed. The moth flies back into my wallet and I put it back in my pocket.
me, learning things about myself: oh this is bad
☆ he/they - minor - queer ☆☆ just a silly guy doing silly things ☆
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