“you see, that’s what abuse does to you, you know. it made me this sticking plaster for all of life’s weirdos. this open wound for them to sniff at. I knew she was mad and I knew she was dangerous. but she flattered me and that was enough.”
— baby reindeer
when a Netflix show gives you an answer that therapy hasn’t been able to give, you need to hit pause and contemplate a bit. why have I always attracted the crazy ones? the ones that any “normal” person would see from afar and turn the other way. why have I, though, ran up to them and invited them in? why have I sat nights studying their hearts and minds and telling them they are not shitty people when all evidence tells otherwise. why did I make myself some sort of remand home? why didn’t I believe people when they told me how horrible they were as people? when they showed me? how is it that I always managed to attract them? a sticking plaster for all of life’s weirdos. how to stop being one? but also if you believe you are one of them too, wouldn’t you want to be around them? because you know you don’t belong with the “normal” ones. they don’t get the messy parts, the deranged parts, the problematic, concerning, twisty parts of you. the crazies do. they see those parts of you and they don’t make you feel bad about it and they validate you. so maybe that’s why you let them sniff at you like an open wound. but you know there has to be a difference, a clear demarcation between crazies and weirdos with a good heart and kind soul and those with a rotten heart and a bloody soul. I know there is. I am that difference.
FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT TRUMP DID NOT SAVE TIKTOK!! THIS WAS ALL A STUNT TO MAKE HIM LOOK GOOD!!
PAY ATTENTION TO WHATEVER HAPPENS NEXT!!
I have a theory.
If as a child, someone barely talks, they will grow up and say things without thinking about it.
My evidence is myself because I was quiet till high school when I suddenly have the balls to say whatever too whoever.
I dead ass told MY PRINCIPAL that I thought his kids like whos from Dr Seuss.
You're probably thinking that's not bad and you're right, it's what I said afterwards.
I told him, his wife, and his 5 year old son that his kid looked like the Grinch...
I said he looked like Jim Carrey's live action Grinch as a kid.
I still can't believe I said that to him and I hope his son is okay. I really meant it in the best way possible though. Grinch as a kid was cute and I meant just like the facial structure, you know.
He will never let me forget it
The one-eyed Allosaurus? Nope.
The pack of well-coordinated raptors? Not them either.
The brand new (and surprisingly thicc) Becklespinax? Not that one.
The pale as fuck, unblinking, raptor whistling creep? YEP. This bitch right here is the scariest creature in Chaos Theory.
Her eyes will haunt my nightmares.
I know the future looks bleak but if we stick together and stay alive then we can make positive change. It won't be easy and there will be so many days where you question if it is even worth fighting but it will eventually pay off. I promise. Stay strong, stay alive, and stick together. 💙
Please, spread this for those who might need it right now
U.S. suicide hotline: call or text 988 (available 24 hours)
U.S. trans lifeline: (877) 565-8860 (when you call, you’ll speak to a trans/nonbinary peer operator. full anonymity and confidentiality)
Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) – provides 24/7 confidential support and referrals for individuals and families facing mental health and substance use disorders, including panic attacks and anxiety.
LGBT National Help Center: (888) 843-4564
Trevor Project: Call (866) 488-7386, text START to 678-678, or chat online.
Take care of yourself and each other. Please stay safe ♡
Finally, something that truly explains my pain.
Bro imagine in one of you hands slipped ✋
I'm sobbing now
my heart is still completely shattered
Damn bro
Always fun to find a Tumblr Meme ™️ on Facebook (bisexual group) that was taken off Reddit. Full circle folks.
Well isn't that something...
If you were "a pleasure to have in class" youre now queer and severely mentally ill
I act out in hopes that I won't be left alone. I speak loudly in hopes that people will listen. I take fast in hopes that I don't bore people. I say everything I can in hopes that people won't forget. I do so much to try and have friends but at the end of the day I'm just the weird girl who says unhinged stuff. I just want to not feel alone for once. I want to be able to do the things I dream about with someone else. I sacrifice what I want so that someone will stick with me, but I never get that in return. I let them treat me like shit because at least they acknowledge me. I'm alone even when I'm surrounded by my friends because I know they would choose each other over me.
Fight for each other. Love each other. Don't fall for the trap. Don't fall into what is easy.
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