Ultxian - Riya

this is from last year

11 Compliments That Aren’t About Physical Appearance

You light up the room

I like your voice

You inspire me

I love how passionate you are

You make the world a better place

You’re one of the bravest people I know

You make me comfortable to be myself

You’re an incredible friend

You have a really refreshing perspective

You are so smart

You are truly making a difference

— sossafetymag

GJ: Okay I have to hug Ah Xu

Director: NO. WEN. KE. XING. YOU. DO. NOT. FUCKING. HUG. HIM. BACK. ABORT. ABORT. ABORT. JUST HOLD HIM!!!

GJ: Ahhh… I get it now, I hug him

and maybe i am a little bit in love with all of my friends. how could i not be when they place their whole heart in my hands and trust me to carry it safely home? lazy days spent in comfortable silence, tearful nights spent giving each other a reason to live. the exhilaration of learning your little quirks melting into a future where i know you better than the lines on my open palms. mutual understanding to be forever gentle with one another. inside jokes that follow me long after you've gone, reminding me to slow down and laugh a little more. your eyes are the lens through which i can see the world with love. your embrace is the shelter under which i find strength to continue on.

Do you know what having bpd is?

Having bpd is crying because someone has given you a gift.

Not because the gift is too beautiful. But because they paid attention to your words. To what you said. They watched you and saw how you look at things.

Because they thought of you, saw you smiling with it, and got it for you.

Having bpd is calling them an idiot because they got you a gift.

Not because it is too expensive. But because you are so used to feeling so worthless that someone spending money on you just because you wanted something sounds so selfish and so wrong that you feel the need to fix it. You feel the need to apologize, to make up for a fucking gift, because you are not that much of a thing to be given gifts.

Having bpd is being stunned to silence because someone has given you a gift.

Not because it was a surprise. But because you never even expected someone to think of you. You never consdiered the possiblity of being on the receiving hand of a holiday. Never thought people would be grateful for your existance too, not when all you see in the mirror is a disgusting void.

Having bpd is not being able to thank your friend.

Because you don’t know how to thank people when they consdier you as a human being and consider your feelings and thoughts while buying you something just to see you smile.

I have bpd and I am crying over here just because I got a gift, because I still don’t think I was worth it.

she’s so iconic i love her

Mianmian has had it with this patriarchy.

god when

I'll stick to my single-log bridge until it's dark