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Oh, and by the way, that Supreme Court ruling is where that Harry Potter money goes.

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if i go through withdrawals when a person doesn’t talk to me as much is that a sign of love?

what do i do when all of my connections feel fleeting or flimsy on my end, even those i have with my own mother?

what does it mean when i sit by the phone waiting for them to respond?

i fantasize that every kind stranger i meet has secretly fallen in love with me, am i lonely?

do i lose value as a potential partner if i cannot feel sexual pleasure?

is it wrong to feel devastated that i am doomed to be a temporary fixture in my best friends life?

i haven’t been able to feel romantic love in years, did something inside of me break?

when will i cease to exist in a constant state of catabolic mayhem?

when a caterpillar is inside the chrysalis, does it dream?

is living vicariously through romance between fictional characters a valid coping mechanism?

what do i do if ive become so disconnected from myself that ive even lost understanding of what my sexuality is?

i could easily kill myself right now and that doesn’t really scare me, is this a bad sign?

how do i die metaphorically, and be born anew literally?

is my relationship with the universe parasocial?

is my understanding of myself superficial?

is suicidality contagious?

is anyone out there?

i started a new depression medication a week ago that also doubles as an adhd medication and i’ve been so productive??? i forgot how productive i can be when my brain makes the right chemicals. i’ve completed several projects. i finally finished cleaning out the last remnants of my depression room which id shoved into a corner. i scrubbed my entire bathroom clean. i’m less scared to converse with strangers online bc im less scared of somehow talking wrong. im putting art on my walls. i stacked all my plushies up on my bed to inspire more joy. the pull chain light in my closet has had a broken string ever since i moved in 2-3 years ago and i just realized i could fix it instead of living with it and now it’s a pretty sage green ribbon with a rabbit’s foot at the end. i fixed the light. i feel like god. i can do anything. i’m so incredibly medicated. the world is a beautiful place and it’s worth saving.

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my little brother & i are having a scholarly debate about mornings

Do me a favour and reblog this with a show you like that was cancelled after only one season. I don't mean shows that were always meant to be miniseries or shows that work perfectly well as a standalone story, or shows that might still get renewed. I mean shows that are and will forever remain unfinished. The more obscure the better.