Me At The Beginning Of Every Therapy Session Vs. Me At The End

Piazza Santa Croce

you are not a collection of your worst thoughts. you are the self control you demonstrate every time you turn your back on those thoughts, the beauty of defying nature.

i try to be as kind as possible as often as i can, but i’m so worried that deep down i must be ‘faking’ it.

like, am i really just an awful person who’s putting up a façade? and if i am, why? for what? love? safety? survival? my ego? am i just tricking people into thinking i’m a good person? i don’t know which parts of me are real and which ones aren’t and it terrifies me!

moths are gothic butterflies <3

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God gives his silliest clowns the most debilitating ocd compulsions (I've replayed the same scenario in my head for 4 hours now)

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