sorry i had a complete meltdown but i ate something and i feel a tad better im going back to bed. just dont expect to see me for a while

i wish i was different

me when pop psychology girlies and mental health professionals alike don’t know that treating narcissists as “other,” even in a derogatory way, feeds directly into our delusions ^_^ or that conflating a personality disorder with abusive behavior and treating us as less deserving of love and/or support than our “victims” only makes our externalized symptoms worse ^_^ or that isolating us from our social circles just because of some buzzwords thrown around on tiktok isn’t going to make us better people ^_^ but let’s be real the goal wasn’t to make us better people in the first place, because it doesn’t matter what happens to us and our mental health as long as you get to emerge the righteous morally upstanding Survivor who got revenge in the happily ever after of your empathetic storybook life ^_^ ^_^ ^_^

good games i've played on itchio lately:

please tell me you love me - chat with your guild members for the last time before the game's servers are shut down

GIRLKILLER (covet) - there is a girl who looks like you, and today you're going to kill her

cover me in leaves - stuck in your small hometown, you get your first tattoo. and then a few more, and more, and more

don't rock the boat - play through the different perspectives of a women's crew team as they are stalked by something in the water

GUTLESS - you are the captain of a deep sea vessel. your mission doesn't go well

so, about last night... - you wake up sick and weirdly hungry after hooking up with someone at a party. you spend the next night trying to find her.

close the window, my love - short bitsy poem about closing the window. sound on! this creator has a lot of short bitsy works i recommend.

there is a beautiful star - just a short, cute side scroller. lots of short, lighthearted games from them, definitely recommend for a mood booster.

really hate the stage of the night where i find myself wishing someone woild give me a hug for a good 30 minutes.

sometimes it’s just so hard to deal with the fact that I never actually once learned to speak so much as I sat still and listened and learned to parrot and copy and sometimes it’s so frustrating that I can talk and talk and talk for literal hours on end and say nothing of actual value but then when it actually matters I simply cannot come up with my own words to describe my feelings or my wants or my needs or myself and I constantly circle back to

parroting and copying

song lyrics and movie quotes and lines from books and words in other languages without direct english translations

because how am I supposed to express how i feel when how i feel is just the emotion closest to i speak in smoke signals and you answer in code 5 4 3 2 1 watch for the flak like what words exist in the human language to convey my feelings when sometimes the closest i can even get is i’m just trying to keep it together but it gets a little harder when it never gets better because even these things aren’t right but i can’t get any closer

and i know that i won’t start to stop hating myself until i actually take care of myself but it’s so hard and i’m so tired i’m still so tired i’m always so tired but the time will pass either way and i can’t even fucking properly communicate or express myself

a walking dictionary and i still don’t have enough words 

i literally have no idea what i’m even trying to say right now. i wanted to try to vent or journal or ~*practice mindfulness*~ or what the fuck ever but i just feel like i’m going insane. i couldn’t cry in the shower no matter how hard i tried and so much of my body hurts and no matter how hard i try i can’t seem to get it under control and it’s not just that it’s fucking everything like i’m getting by i’m surviving but it feels like it’s always just by the skin of my teeth always that no matter how hard i try i’m just unable to get anything under control i just can’t get anything right or behind me even though that’s not even true and i know it’s not true and i have proof it’s not true but none of that changes the fact that i feel this way

that i want to say i’m sorry for stuff i haven’t done yet

that i always feel like i’m one mistake away from ruining everything for everyone. that one of the only things that makes me feel any better is to eat. that i desperately want to get enough sleep even though i’m just so bad at it. that it still feels like my mom is standing in the doorway, lingering, staring me down, often, often, more often than not

in his primadonna girl* era 😌✨

(*playing the damsel in distress and getting locked in a tower in the middle of the french revolution so his boyfriend can rescue him from being beheaded 😏)

reblog this and tag with a food you no longer have access to (closed restaurant, state you moved away from, ex’s mom’s cooking, etc) that will haunt you until your dying day, mine are the spicy chicken sandwich on the employee menu at the fine dining restaurant I was a prep cook at, and the onion bagel from the kosher place down the street from my house when I lived in the city

coffee cheetos chicken

ponytail dance practice hyunjin 💓 somebody please get my guy a towel

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Jack got into an accident that booted him out from his own universe, leaving him stranded in an entirely different universe. Danny came along with him, but is pretty much weakened by whatever situation they were in before where he wanted to keep his dad alive.

Jack searched around for what he had on him, a few ecto-batteries, a Fenton thermos and his jumpsuit.

Luckily around him laid the very destroyed yet salvageable parts of a machine that was brought along when this happened. So he took it apart and decided to make something outta it.

Danny meanwhile is not doing that hot, so he took to sleeping his fatigue away, he doesn't know how long it'll take but eh. So when his father built a coffin he very happily climbed in and started napping away.

Which, it wasn't supposed to be a coffin nor for him to sleep in, but Jack just went what the hell and decided to modify his original plan. Installing the ecto-batteries he tinkered them to draw in the ambient ectoplasm from their surroundings (which is far less than Amity Park but eh) and release it into the coffin to act as some kind of recharge station for his kidd-o. At least he hopes, then added some straps so he could put it and voila.

There strapped to his back was the Fenton-coffin, bound to (hopefully) recharge your ghost kid from either sickness, loss of power or both! Call now and you can get on for-

Now with Danny safely secured to his back and in a safe (enough) environment. Jack went on to (hopefully) find something to get them back home.

It is weird seeing superheroes that aren't ghosts though.

There's nothing he can't do. Yet.

(Thank you to everyone who participated in the poll!)

merlin who grew up in a small village and only having one (1) friend growing up (will) and them two being thick as thieves and not making friends with anyone else so they have like no boundaries and they eventually begin to court without really knowing what they’re doing but just knowing that they’re super close and care for each other deeply but not being able to put a name to what they are. which in turn leads to merlin growing up thinking that like spending 24/7 together, holding hands everywhere you go, staring into each others eyes and at each others lips, cuddling at night even when it’s boiling hot, and kissing is normal in platonic friendships which leads to a LOT of misunderstandings and miscommunication when he gets to camelot.

I've been meaning to draw this for over a year

based on my tweet that left its target audience