so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is to find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you … That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with." - Diablo Cody

Being Borderline

I was talking with a girl I'm with at the psych ward earlier, and we both opened up about having BPD. We're not supposed to share our diagnoses here- but everybody does anyway. And it felt so good to be understood, to have someone really see you. Because no matter how loved and supported you are by your closed ones, they don't really get it, they never will. And eventually, they leave, because you're "too much to handle". They try to fix you, but once they realize they can't, you are left with a text saying that it breaks their heart to see you like this and that they can't keep on trying to save you. But you've never asked to be fixed, or saved, or even helped- all you wanted was love, real love, unconditional love. You're so thirsty for it. It pains you physically, it trails you like your own shadow. Please, please, please love me.

Years go by, and the list of people blocking you on social media or stopping to answer the phone keeps on getting longer. Until one day you realize how much you've lost due to this illness that's rotting your brain- you've lost everything, everyone. Or if one or two people are left, you know it's just a matter of time before they pack their suitcase. You don't even try to hold them back like you used to, you just give up. You knew it was coming.

So then, how are you supposed to cope? How can you start loving yourself when nobody around you does?

"i can handle you. your emotions aren't too much. i love you." what a fucking lie. just tell me straight to my face you're lying already. everyone fucking says that and then they leave me.

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May your autumn be cozy, refreshing, and full of love.

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men love to be shoved and grabbed and thrown around and pinned down its like enrichment for them

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You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could’ve, would’ve happened… or you can just leave the pieces on the floor and move on." - Tupac Shakur

What’s something that gives your anxiety?

Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy

“I’m independent and strong, but sometimes…just sometimes, it’s nice to be taken care of.”

— Samantha Towle

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