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thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.

Guess what on l'a pas évité du tout du tout

Not me qui va chez le docteur avec mes résultats de prise de sang parfaits et qui ressort avec des antidépresseurs parce que “on en est pas encore au burn out alors on va essayer de l’éviter hein”

anxiety is so insane bc ppl will treat it like it's no big deal, like it's "one of the "easy" mental illnesses" or something, and then you have it and it's insanely debilitating and you lose most of your life and your time and energy to it. yesterday i spent 2 hours sitting in my bed trying to convince myself to go to a water fountain to get some water. one time i got so scared to take a bus i passed out. like sure it's a spectrum and i'm definitely at the more severe end of it but the fact that milder cases exist doesn't mean it's not still a problem? and it doesn't mean that those people aren't struggling too

I wish people would stop saying “It’s July. Well done for wasting half a year.” Did you make someone smile in the past six months? Did you stroke a cat or throw a stick for a dog? Did you learn a new fact or teach someone a new joke? Did you laugh, cry, scream or sing in the past six months? Because if so, congratulations for not wasting your time at all.

Not me qui va chez le docteur avec mes résultats de prise de sang parfaits et qui ressort avec des antidépresseurs parce que “on en est pas encore au burn out alors on va essayer de l’éviter hein”

Thinking about... Grieving the undead.

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

i ended up liking how gendered french is solely because i can say that i want people to use he/him pronouns for me the same way they use it for angels, blood and blunts

ping ponging back and forth between seeing immense beauty everywhere and feeling deeply like i am in hell

i needed to read this today so im sharing it to all of you!!

J’ai regardé Le diable s’habille en prada pour la première fois et pardon mais je comprends comment il se retrouve dans les listes de films préférés des gens ? J’étais juste ultra stressée tout du long entre le rythme hyper effréné et le milieu toxique au possible et quasi aucune respiration

"Growing Around Grief"

Lois Tonkin, 1996

https://twitter.com/isabelunraveled

Remember ma crise existentielle de l'été ?

Il se pourrait que je sois en train de postuler à une offre dans un autre pays pour novembre parce que après tout fuck it let's uproot my life on a whim