do you remember when we were eleven? let’s go back to that. i’ll throw remembralls into the sky and you can try to catch them.

guys. isn't being alive so cool. there are. so many swag people in my life. some of them don't even know i exist but i know that they exist and they're doing cool shit and i look at them with fondness that's enough for me.

the people who do know that i exist are also wonderful and i cherish them so much beyond human comprehension its unreal to me that in another lifetime i wouldn't know such splendid souls but they are here with me now and i think that's all that matters.

and there's so many cool little creatures and animals and plants and whatnot and even if i don't know shit about them i think its so cool that somewhere out there these things spark whimsy and joy and breathe life into people that their brain is like a cozy little library of encyclopedia knowledge.

the way in which life can take us on so many fun journeys and paths even if it may not look like anything to us in the moment i think it's so fucking neat to be able to walk this path and that even in hardship there will be good for us eventually and stories to tell for getting through these things.

guys i love being alive im so happy i love life and i'm so glad that i can feel a depth of emotions because it means i can be grateful for so many cool things like this.

i hope you all have something to love in life too you are so epic and swag for reading this and i think you will absolutely be able to skyrocket out of the universe to do the thing you want to do. keep on keeping on fellow humans!!!

I didn’t go to sculpture again……

another C’s coloring post! my sparda twins body type headcanons but now in Color

I somehow didn't catch this during all the chaos from that day but I'm rewatching Forever's conversation with Vegetta, and Vegetta told him: "You're a good person, and a good person knows what their mistakes are. You're a good boy. It's not going to happen again."

I was so happy like one week ago and now it’s just like. So miserable and all I want is to make myself feel worse because I deserve it for some reason. I was telling my friends about the situation with that girl and they were like you shouldn’t feel guilty about it and I was like but I will though and they were like no kenna and I was like it’s not like it’s a logical feeling ok like I’ll feel guilty about anything I’ll feel guilty about being alive. And everything just went wrong at the wrong time. I swear every year I’m like I don’t think the change in the sun is gonna affect me and then a week into the shortened days I start gnawing at my own softened heart

i think i should go back to therapy

shout out to my teacher because I've been having a lot of episodes and missing large amounts of class to go sob in the bathroom and i emailed her like "listen i have BPD and class has been triggering episodes but i didn't want to give the school my diagnosis because that's what lead to me having to leave my last college but if i really need to give the school my diagnosis plz let me know" and she was like "oh that makes sense, just wave to me if you have to leave and i won't mark it"

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Feeling a lil vindictive, a lil nasty this morning

So context, my brother had a work do last night and before he left he told my mum he'd becoming back here and doing so alone. So tell me why he called me at 3am when I'm trying to sleep but travel anxiety and says he's bringing two mates back? I tell him he can't I'm leaving at 6 tomorrow he just goes yeah they'll just be passing through your room. No I've gotta get up in 3 hours you can't be keeping up, yeah it's fine. The fuck it is not

Anyway so my alarm goes off 3 hours later I've barely slept, my brain already woke me up several times prior but that doesn't mean I'm turning my alarms off immediately or getting ready quietly after the prick disturbed my sleep

STORY TIME

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moms WILL make sure you cry once a day at least