Moonlit-manticore - Alive And Unwell

Hello. I’d like to play a game.

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling.

If he decides to reach over and touch you, like a prayer for which no words exist, you will feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for. If he does not, there’s a pipe bomb attached to the vehicle’s engine triggered to explode. You must admit your love any way you choose, but you must admit to it. It is the only way to survive in this world.

Most people are so ungrateful to love, to be loved, to be told they’re loved by the one that loves them … but you won’t be. Not anymore.

Okay fuck it if this post reaches 666k notes by the end of 2023 I'll practise basic self care

Why 666k? Because it's funny and impossible so good fucking luck

A concerning amount of words in my phone try to autocorrect themselves to be fully capitalized

Some days you feel like expanding exponentially, other days you feel like shrinking exponentially. This world is a mystery.

Jason: Oh my God, Tim, what is wrong with you?

Tim: Well, I'm autistic to start with-

Jason: That's not what I meant.

Dick: Damian’s autistic too.

Damian, squinting: What is an autistic and why am I it

Jason:

Tim:

Dick:

Damian: What

Dick: Did Bruce genuinely never get you diagnosed? Or explain why you're so much like him?

Damian: Diagnosed? I'm not ill. And I am like Father because I'm his son.

Tim: This. Explains so much

Damian: So much of what?

Jason, marveling: He's just like Bruce.

Dick: Buddy, we need to take you to a specialist.

Damian, stubbornly: I'm not ill.

Tim: I've got a powerpoint-

Dick, jabbing Tim in the stomach: Of course you're not ill! You're just different!

Jason: This is giving me flashbacks to when we got Dick his ADHD diagnosis.

Damian: What is an ADHD

Dick:

Dick: I give up. Tim, pull up your PowerPoint on autism. I trust you've got one on ADHD too?

Tim: Yeah. Anxiety and depression too, if we're counting all of our mental illnesses.

*Four hours later*

Damian: Father, I think you should seek professional help for your numerous mental health problems. Also I believe I should get screened for autism

Spooky Day

My brain gives me my dopamine on the sixth Friday of every month.

The fun thing about anxiety is I can't tell if I'm sick or if it's just the normal urge to puke from all the stress

things to do when your day's been bad

lie down on the floor beside your bed

take a shower, use the good soap

listen to a song you liked ages ago

write your thoughts out in all caps

draw a head and then 'decorate' that head however you're feeling (I drew a man with a hole for a face. It worked)

listen to a song and try to focus on one (1) instrument at a time, baseline, drums, guitar, another guitar, repeating sound effect

wash your face

take a nap or go to bed early

call someone. tell them about your horrible day or let them talk about theirs or both

go through your camera roll (specifically the screenshots folder)

go through your saved instagram posts / tumblr likes

watch That One Really Great Live Performance of That Artist You Love, then read the comments of everyone having great taste like you do

cry a little about it

remember that this day will end and another will begin. it'll be all new, never experienced before, no bad things will have happened, and you'll be okay.

made a beginners guide for the twitter newbies hope this helps <3