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playlist updates?

check out my playlists here!

songs to play while hooking up in the backseat 

nobody knows the me that u do

his hair, his smoke, his dreams

having unfinished business with someone

even my phone misses your call, by the way.

a mix of happy, pure, love songs

the ultimate uni beakup playlist??

if that one person said they still loved you

these songs radiate mega in love vibes

i’m a little drunk and i need you now

a love that consumes you but in a good way

literally my favourite songs from when i was in the 7th grade

songs about being in love with your best friend

babe, you look so cool

love songs but pop ish?

i want you, i always will.

idont know what i’m supposed to do, i’m haunted by the ghost of u

real love is never a waste of time

god is a woman aka anthems

i keep dreaming of you so i stopped sleeping

there’s no space in my heart where i don’t want to love you

my new writing playlist

im glad i didn’t die before i met you

if u loved me, why’d you leave me?

every otp ever

i’ve been trying but u don’t hear what i say

i hit u up too often, i’m sorry.

i know u wanna die, so do i, so drag me down.

SIDE A: i should have known i would miss u

SIDE B: i should have known i would mess this up.

sometimes i wonder if these songs make you think of me

getting over u

i still feel all the things i did before when u used to need it more 

everything i wish i could tell you

actually the saddest playlist i’ve made about soulmates?

SIDE A:  you are my favourite ‘what if’

SIDE B: you are my best ‘i’ll never know’

why did i think it was ride or die?

signs you love her

1. you think she is beautiful even when she has acne all over her face and hair tied in a messy bun. you think she looks hot when she tries to be mad at you for being too hard on your self. you think she looks better than most of the human population and you think she looks best when she’s in your arms professing her love for you between sips of that bitter vodka you bought her.

2. you can’t stop thinking about her brown eyes, short black straight hair and freckled pointed nose. you can’t stop thinking of how her lips would feel against yours right this instance. you can’t stop thinking about how perfect her breasts feel in your hands. you can’t stop thinking about the late night conversation you had with her. you just can’t stop thinking about her even when you’re sipping coffee at starbucks, even when you’re watching a horror movie, even when you’re in class studying discrete math.

3. you know when she is angry, or when she is pissed at you for talking about other girls. you know what she likes to eat when she is on her period. you know when she is upset about that paper that she turned in late to her professor. you know she likes to be the centre of your attention always. you know she smiles when you hold her hand firmly in public. you know she bites her nails when she’s stressed out. you know her inside out.

4. you smile like a crazy man when you see her. you smile when someone says her name. you smile when you see a text message from her. you smile when you’re around her. you smile when people say you look good together. you smile when someone tells you she looks beautiful, like its a compliment for you and not her. you smile when she tells you she loves you. you smile when she tells you she loves to be your girl. you smile all day like an idiot and you smile until someone tells you to stop smiling because she’s not even around.

5. you talk about her to everyone, to your mom, to your bestfriend, to your room mate. you tell them everything about her. you tell them about how you read this tumblr post and it made you think of her. you tell them she’s perfect, not because of how she looks, or how smart she is, or how well she writes but because she’s yours. and only yours. you tell them how you don’t date a nine, but always a fucking ten, so yeah you tell everyone how and why she is a perfect ten.

If you're ever bored, here's a list of Studio Ghibli films you can watch for free.

Castle In The Sky (1986) Grave of the Fireflies (1988) My Neighbor Totoro (1988) Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989) Only Yesterday (1991) Porco Rosso (1992) Pom Poko (1994) Whisper of the Heart (1995) Princess Mononoke (1997) My Neighbors the Yamadas (1999) Spirited Away (2001) The Cat Returns (2002) Howl’s Moving Castle (2004) Tales from Earthsea (2006) Ponyo On A Cliff From The Sea (2008) The Secret World of Arrietty/The Borrower Arrietty (2010) From Up on Poppy Hill (2011)

If any of the links stop working, please let me know so I can fix it.

For Castle In The Sky, wait for the free user button to be clickable and it will send you to the video.

abusers be like “if you loved me you’d let me invade your boundaries and make you feel like shit if that makes me happy”

Sometimes I need everyone around me to validate that what I went through was in fact traumatic because I might feel like it wasn’t bad enough to still be so affected by it.

And that’s really fucked up.

tfw your mom tells about how her mom fucked her up and you’re like lol same

signs that your family is abusive:

you feel the urge to hide from them whenever you’re vulnerable

you cannot bear the idea of them seeing you cry

when you’re hurt or in pain, you don’t go to them because you feel they’ll tell you that you deserved it or that it was your fault

you don’t feel like you can confide in them, either because they don’t seem to care, or try to control how you act, or yell at you and punish you, or use the information against you

you feel very self-conscious around them and keep expecting criticism and insults

you can’t tell them about your struggles because you already know they’ll side against you

you keep things in your life secret from them because you have a feeling they would ridicule, humiliate, and judge you if they knew, or take everything away from you

you feel scared of letting them know when they hurt you

you feel scared and guilty when you so much as think about them in a bad way

you feel the urge to remind yourself of all the things they did for you, whenever something bad comes up, to be sure that you’re seeing them the way they want to be seen by you

you’re scared of being accused of being a burden to them

you’re scared to hold them responsible for things they did to you, because you know they would argue otherwise, and insist they had full right to do what they did, or that you made it up

you have the inner sense of dread that nothing you ever do or say will be taken seriously by them, and your life will always look like a joke to them

you dream of living far away from them and feel guilty for wanting to cut them from your life

you don’t feel like you’re really important in comparison to them, it feels like it’s better to just step aside and let them be important, your life doesn’t matter as much anyway

you’re worried about how your every action might affect their life, their reputation and social standing

you feel that they’re ashamed of you and you’re trying your best not to bring further shame on the family

you feel like you’ll owe them for the rest of your life and nothing you ever do will be enough to erase the debt, and this fills you with dread and feeling of being trapped

you don’t count on their help when you’re in trouble, you’re scared of them finding out and punishing you for being in trouble in the first place

you don’t count on them sharing their resources with you, you know you have to be grateful for how much they’ve given you already and feel like you have no right to ask for anything more, even if you need it

you can’t feel warmth or safety when surrounded by family, instead you wish you didn’t have to be there, and seek a place to hide and protect yourself

holidays spent with family are just painful and something you try to endure instead of enjoy

you can’t imagine a world where you’re free and not defined by these people

“You know, I finally got over you. I spilt all my emotions into notebooks and cried through a pen and was left with pages of poems filled with you. It took me years and a strength I never knew I had. You changed me, there is no doubting that, I never returned to the girl I once was. The naïve sixteen-year-old who thought that love would never hurt her. I was angry at you for a while, and then I wasn’t, and then all I did was cry and then I just longed to be held by you at 3am when my tear soaked pillow reminded me of everything we’d lost. Then i was over you. I really was, I could drink black coffee again, I could go out with my friends again and I could listen to all the songs that reminded me of you with out crying. Then I came home for Christmas to visit my parents in the small town we met. The fairy lights and the Christmas tree and the decorations in everyone’s windows changed something and then I saw you. You hadn’t changed, and the soft twinkling lights against your face made me forget that I was over you and I guess I fell again. I hate that you have the power to do this to me, I hate that you can make me feel like a giddy sixteen-year-old again. I left her behind a long time ago, ran away from her. Moved to the biggest city and got the hardest job I could find. Cut my waist length hair and abandoned my favourite candy floss coloured hair clips. Just so I could leave behind the girl who had no other aspirations than to marry you and have kids and a dog and a cute house with a fence and daffodils in the garden the one we always use to talk about. I ran away and left behind the girl who didn’t need anything more than you. You saw me and you smiled. That little smirk that haunts my dreams but makes them worth remembering. You didn’t ask about my job and you didn’t tell me how proud you were of my promotion; you weren’t impressed by the small town girl living in a big city with an expensive apartment and designer shoes. All you said was “you cut your hair? I like it” After all those years and tears and poems and waking up next to strange men with blue eyes and brown hair, all you could say was “I like your hair”? I’ve never fallen harder or faster or deeper in love. We stood on the same pavement we stood when you gave me a plastic ring all those years ago when we were sixteen and we started laughing like we were sixteen again, and you looked at me like you use to before everything got complicated and heavy and hard. We aren’t sixteen anymore and things are even more complicated now and I don’t love you as much as I did. I love you more, because the truth is I never stopped, I didn’t get over you I just buried you and replaced you with the little things I could fall in love with like hot cocoa in the winter and walks through the park on my days off. I guess when I came back to this small town the girl I ran away from all those years ago found me again and now all I can think about is candy floss coloured hair clips and what we might name our kids, whether they’ll have my eyes and your nose or my long legs and your smile. I don’t know but I know I was made to love you and every time I look into your blue eyes I’m certain that I’ll love you as long as I’m alive.”

—

L.S.

This is my first long one so let me know if you like/don’t like it

For anyone who needs to hear it:

Your late teens/20s are a weird time in your life. Don’t panic if you think somebody is more “ahead” than you. The concept of being ahead is nonexistent anyway because life’s not a race and each person has different hurdles to overcome.

It’s totally fine if you’re single. It’s fine if you’re still finishing school. It’s fine if you are still looking for a better job, or for any job at all. It’s fine if you haven’t had sex yet, or haven’t gotten your driver license yet. It’s fine if you haven’t gotten your own place yet. It’s fine if you are still figuring things out, saving money, putting the pieces together. It’s fine.

Don’t feel jealous of or lesser than people your age who have done these things. You don’t know what obstacles they faced to get there and they don’t know what you’ve faced. Don’t undermine the progess you have made.

Because, trust me, you have made progress. Even if it hasn’t materialized yet in the traditional way.

You are still young. Like really young.

You got time.

that weird trauma dichotomy where you’ve always been considered more grown up and mature than your peers but now that you’re an adult you feel like you’re still a child emotionally

they don’t tell you what anxious impulsivity looks like. 

when people imagine anxiety, they always imagine risk averse behavior. you overthink, you’re deliberate, your thinking is catastrophic, and you’re always thinking through seventeen possible scenarios in which things can go wrong. 

but sometimes you’re so anxious and things feel so horrible that you do things without thinking because you want the bad feelings to stop. you say something stupid in a group chat, so you immediately leave all of your servers and block your friends so that you don’t have to see the aftermath. you’re unsure about your relationship, so you break up with your partner out of nowhere or you wake up one morning and just decide to ghost them so you don’t have to deal with it anymore. you’re uncomfortable at a party with people you don’t know, so you run outside and take the train home at 3am without realizing how dangerous that is because you just need to leave. 

your anxiety can get so bad that, in an attempt to feel safe and secure, you can’t predict what you’ll do next. 

have you ever been so lonely you could hardly function

y’all say you’re all about suporting mentally ill people until we show a symptom. then suddenly you’re all like “you’re too toxic lol bye”

brain: u gotta be… The Best™

me: ok so we’ll work hard then?

brain: no work… only Best.

Old people can"t understand when younger people are willing to cut a whole relative off. They have lived their entire lives in guilt or based on some sense of loyalty to someone based on blood. People will abuse you betting on that fact, just because ya’ll are blood that means you have to accept it. No, you don’t.

you ever be so stressed and you look in the mirror and you’re like wow ok great I’m fucking ugly too

Me: *has talent*

Someone: *has talent too*

Me: Oh look I have been replaced

bpd culture is going from addiction to addiction. maybe you quit self harming but you start smoking. maybe you quit drinking but you get into drugs. we’re all desperate for something to take the pain away

take a breath, spit out the blood in your mouth, and get back up on your feet. you still got a couple of motherfuckers to prove wrong.

emotional abuse is when someone does something to hurt you, and when you express your feelings, that you’re upset, they turn it around to be something you did to hurt them and they force you to apologize for it, and your feelings, like always, are rendered invalid and silenced, forever damaging the ability to trust others with your feelings because they always are used against you.

Friendly reminder: when people say ‘as long as you tried your best’ it doesn’t mean ‘the best you could possibly have done ever’ it means ‘the best you were capable of at the time.’ Sometimes ‘trying your best’ is just getting out of bed in the morning. Just because you weren’t working yourself to the bone doesn’t mean you weren’t trying your best. 

There’s this weird culture of telling kids when they stress about school “u ain’t seen nothin yet hun! Wait till u do tax returns! Hahaha adulthood is fucking hell!” And i hate it b/c 

 1) it’s flat out untrue. Adulthood is a breeze compared to school. I have time to myself to do what I find fun and can make my own choices. Like, yeah, I’m poor and have to take care of myself, but the central activity of my life– work – is waaaaaay easier than school, mentally and emotionally. 

 2) Part of the reason school made me anxious to the point of considering suicide is that I had this wrong idea, drilled into my head by YEARS of people saying this, that if I didn’t do well in school, I would be a useless member of society, unable to be productive or do anything meaningful. Failing a class meant I might as well be dead. That’s the false equivalence this culture creates. But grades don’t mean SHIT in the workforce unless you’re trying to become a college professor or do something that requires a hella advanced degree. 

 3) it helps no one to say this! All it does is give mentally ill children, most of whom are already struggling to get through the DAY, the idea that it will only get much, much worse. I know I couldn’t cope with that thought. Any future planning past my 20s was blocked out in a haze of terror at the thought of having to persevere that long, only to get a shittier situation at the end. But it’s not shittier. I have to be more responsible, but this is a piece of goddamn cake compared to even High School. The only reason to say this to a teenager is to inflate your own sense of superiority over someone who is still learning how the world works.

 So like. Can we kill this culture? Please?

“Don’t use your mental illness as an excuse” means “Change your behavior, apologize, and do better next time.” 

“Don’t use your mental illness as an excuse” DOES NOT mean “Your symptoms are your fault, your disorder is not even an explanation, and you are a bad person if you behave less than neurotypical”

I’m sick of flinching when people move. I’m sick of panic attacks in public because I thought I saw your face. I want to sleep but nightmares haunt my slumber and keep me awake. YOU may not have put your hands on me but there are people who have. You never touched me, you just scream and rave and threaten and starve me. I still remember hiding the bruises. Long sleeved shirts in summer and knowing stares. Head down, curl in, be small, make no noise. These habits have stayed with me.

What a PTSD-Induced Panic Attack is Like (based on experience of Yours Truely, so it may not be the same for all)

That’s right comrades, y'all read that unnecessarily-long title correctly. We are gonna discuss PTSD and Panic Attacks. No, not ALL of the symptoms appear every time.

Most Common Symptoms of Attacks

Hyperventilating

Shaking

Accelerated pulse

Feeling like reality is disappearing/feeling helpless

A gah-jillion thoughts that you can’t get straight

Overwhelming fear, mainly of injury or dying

Hot flashes

Not blinking

Lightheadedness

Claustrophobia

Sometimes-Symptoms in Cases of Major Attacks

Muscle weakness/legs giving out

Fever

Flashbacks (strictly in cases of PTSD)

Flinching/jumping away from other people’s touch

Eyes looking all around trying to focus on something “real” instead of thoughts/images/memories being shown super vividly in your mind (almost seeming like they’re happening again)

Saying out-of-context things such as “I’m sorry,” or “please don’t hurt me,” because you’re busy watching the trauma happen all over again (linked with the one above)

Starting-to-Have-an-Attack but-Not-Quite-Completely-Having-One Symptoms

Shaking

Accelerated pulse

Hot flashes

Rapid breathing (but not quite hyperventilating)

Things Done to Help or Prevent Attacks

Wearing hair up (helps minimize hot flashes if you have long hair that covers your neck. I was once sitting in class, trying to figure out how to address the topic of a very-fresh incident with my soon-to-be-boyfriend and I started getting hot flashes. Earlier in the day one of my other friends [not knowing why I always wear my hair up] pulled the ponytail out of my hair, and I felt like I was going to throw up or pass out from the heat)

A “home source”, or something to wear to keep you connected to something you love or care about (this is what I do, but I don’t think it has to be clothing. I wear my boyfriend’s jacket 24/7 because the smell keeps it away. Seriously I have sang in front of people wearing it and I have yet to have an attack. 10/10 recommend)

Keep something to distract you (ex. Book, toy, etc) (it won’t keep it away, but will help make it not as bad)

Someone you are close to that can actually talk and get to you while in the middle of an attack (more about this next)

How to Help an Attack (based on my experience)

My boyfriend does this thing where he gets at eye level, puts a hand on each cheek (unless I express that I don’t want to be touched. NEVER FORCEFULLY PUT A HAND ON SOMEONE DURING AN ATTACK! THIS COULD MAKE IT WORSE!) and whispers at me to look at him (NEVER RAISE YOUR VOICE WHEN SOMEONE IS HAVING AN ATTACK! THIS COULD ALSO MAKE IT WORSE!) Once I look him in the eyes he starts “talking me down” and reassuring me that it’ll be okay, and he’s there: I listen to this. If a random person tries to help it’s almost like I can’t hear them. Find someone you’re close with and talk to them about this

Sometimes they need space. Clear the area

Possible Triggers (based on my experiences)

Mine comes from PTSD directed from violence, so just remember this is different for different causes.

Agressive yelling (joking yelling and loud rooms are fine. I go to a public school with literal thousands of other people talking over one another, and I myself tend to yell because it amuses me)

Stuff breaking (glass, plastic, etc. Some materials more than others)

Doors slamming (doesn’t max-out an attack, but gives minor symptoms)

Physical violence towards others, or even accidentally physically hurting me (story time: he [you can probably tell who I am referring to at this point] was once trying to be sweet and considerate and zip up my [technically his] jacket because I was shivering my boobs off, but accidentally caught my neck in the zipper. I started shoving him away and refused to let him near me until I calmed down a little because in my mind, he was trying to attack me)

Or even like this one time he was trying to bottle flip a little plastic thing of orange juice onto the breakfast table. It hit a bunch of empty containers of it (I really freaking love orange juice) and they all came flying at me. I froze in my chair, started shaking hyperventilating, and all that jazz and didn’t even know why

Do what you will with this information. Write it into a book. Help a friend. Go nuts. Just remember, while triggers can come from simple things, don’t over-exaggerate them. Good luck!

What to do when you are having a panic attack…

Hey now. It’s going to be alright. You are going to be ok. Things might be scary for a while and it might hurt a little bit but you are going to be ok.

First thing I want you to do for me is focus on your breathing. Ignore whatever thoughts are going on in your head, any activity that is happening around you. Focus on your breathing.  

Alright. We are gonna try now ok? It might hurt a little bit but the pain will go away.

Follow the pattern:

In two three four

Out two three four

Again

In two three four

Out two three four

Make your breaths slow and deep. Its ok.

In two three four

Out two three four

It’s going to be ok. You are safe. Breathe.

In two three four

Out two three four

You are loved. You are wanted.

In two three four

Out two three four

Its ok. You’re ok. Slow and deep. Keep breathing.

In two three four

Out two three four

Keep going.Just breathe.

If you would rather have a visual to help you can try this.

I found that this one helps a lot. Just focus on the gif. Match your breathing with that. Its going to be ok.

Keep looking at these. If your breathing is not better, its ok. Look back and try to get it steady. No one is rushing you. If at any time you need to come back to these exercises its ok. You do them as many times as you need to, as often as you need to.There is no time limit to becoming ok. Just breathe. It’s gonna be alright.

Now that you can breathe lets try to do a little more ok? Remember, if your breathing gets worse go back to the section above until it gets better. It’s not a bad thing to have to go back. Its ok.

I want you to feel where you are. Are you standing? Sitting? Lying down? If you are standing, try to find a possible spot to sit down. The floor is perfectly ok. If you can’t find a place to sit, lean against a wall at the very least. If you are sitting in a high chair or in one that is hard to balance on, see if you can find a sturdier place to sit. If you are lying down you are ok. If you can’t tell what you are doing its ok. Don’t panic. Try to find something solid to be against.

The next thing I want you to do for me is relax. You might be very tense right now. That tension could be making it worse. So we are going to try to get rid of it, alright? Even if you don’t feel tense it is still a good idea to try this. You could be tense but not feel it.

We are gonna start to relax now. The first thing I want you to focus on is your toes. Are they clenched? If they are, try to uncurl them. Next are the muscles in your feet. Try to relax them. It’s ok. Relax so that the muscle is not tight.

Now go to your lower leg, your calf. Is it tense? Relax the muscle. What about your upper leg, your thigh? Relax.  

Now move to your fingers. If they are clenched, relax them its ok. Now the rest of your hand. And your arm. Relax. Its ok

Next is your neck. Let  go of all the tension that you feel.

Now your chest. Just relax completely. Its gonna be ok. It might feel a little weird. But it is gonna be ok.

If you can’t relax or if your body is too tight, its ok. It really is. If you can’t relax try to grab onto something near you, that is not you, like a blanket or a book. You can grab your shirt if you need to. Ok?

Think about your breathing again. How is it doing? Are you still breathing normally? If not, go back and focus on it. Its ok, take the time you need. Once your breathing is ok, keep going.

Hopefully you feel a little better. Is there anyone you can call? Or someone who might help you? Is there someone you need to get in touch with to let them know that you need help? If you can, contact the people you feel comfortable with to tell them that you need help. If you don’t want to call them you can text them. You aren’t bothering them. They want to help you. Its ok, don’t be scared.

If you don’t have anyone to contact, its ok. You don’t have to or need to.

Check your breathing again. Is it ok? If not, do some breathing exercises. Its ok.

Next I want you to check and see if you are hurt. Did you hit your head or are you bleeding anywhere? Do you need to get help from someone or go to the hospital?

You might still be in some pain in your chest. Its ok. It should go away really soon. If it doesn’t you should go to the doctor to see if they can help you.

If you are hurt try to take care of yourself. Ice any bumps and bandage any cuts. If you need to wait to do this until you can move better, it is ok. Just make sure that you do it eventually.

If you are not physically hurt, then stay calm and keep breathing. It’s good that you aren’t hurt. Were gonna keep going on the path to making you feel better. How’s your breathing doing? Remember take it nice and slow.

If you can, I want you to go get some water. It will help you feel better. It doesn’t have to be a lot, but you do need some. Take small sips, but try to finish all of it. If you have to get up and you are still shaky make sure that you stay close to the walls and keep yourself from falling. Its going to be ok.

If you don’t have access to water another type of liquid will do. If you don’t have access to any type of drink, it is ok. When you get the chance make sure to get some.

Even if you are feeling a bit queasy, you should still drink a little bit. It will help settle your stomach and help you feel better.

If you feel up to it could you eat a small something for me? It doesn’t have to be a full meal, just some crackers or a granola bar. If you don’t think you can its ok. You are perfectly fine.

Keep breathing darlin. You are doing so wonderfully. You are going to be ok.

Its going to be ok. Whatever you were worried or panicked about, it will be ok. Things have a way of working themselves out. The only thing that you need to focus on right now is feeling better.

Don’t think about work or school. Just breathe.

You are ok. You are safe here. Nothing is going to hurt you. You are protected by your tumblr family and we are not going anywhere. We won’t let anything hurt you. You are safe here. You can always come here and find comfort. Its ok.

You are loved. You are such a wonderful, unique person. I could not imagine the world without you. You hold a special place in my heart and no one else could fill it. It doesn’t matter if we talk every day or if you have never messaged me or if you don’t even know who I am. I still love you.

You are wanted. You are so special. There will never be a time that I will not appreciate you. It is ok. If there is a voice telling you that you are unimportant, it is lying. You are so very important. I promise you. You are wanted.

You are beautiful. It doesn’t matter who you are. It doesn’t matter what you identify as, your skin color, hair color, height, size, face shape, hair color or texture, or origins. You are beautiful. It doesn’t matter if you have freckles, dimples, birthmarks, stretchmarks, scars, or acne. You are beautiful. It doesn’t matter if you spend two hours on make up, or wear none. It doesn’t matter if you wear the latest fashions or have clothes that are hand-me-downs or from ten years ago. It doesn’t matter if you are disabled or if you are missing a limb. It doesn’t matter if you don’t fit into societies standards. You are beautiful. Absolutely enchanting. It doesn’t matter who you are. You are beautiful.

You are going to be ok.

How are you feeling darlin? Is your breathing ok?

There is one last thing I want you to do for me.

I want you to get comfortable. Alright?

Take a shower if you want. Or a bath. Make the water comfortable and get yourself clean. Use the soap that smells really good or that bath bomb that you really like. Take your time. There is no rush. Put lotion on after you are done. All over. Do any other cleansing routines you have. Drink a little bit more water.

Get dressed in your comfiest clothes whether that is a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt or a nightgown or a onesie its ok. Just get comfortable. Don’t forget the socks if you want them.

Grab a blanket. Go to the place you like being the most. A comfy chair, the couch, or your bed. Get warm. Get comfy. Now do something that relaxes you. That makes you happy. Reading, watching your favorite show, writing, drawing, anything. Do something you enjoy. Bake some cookies. Throw a dance party. Take a nap. Do some knitting. Or that one thing you always wanted to do but you couldn’t find the time to do.

Be happy. Be warm. Relax.

Its gonna be ok darlin.

I got you.

You are safe.

And loved.

And wanted.

You are gonna be alright.

I’m right here for you.

I really hope this helps y’all. Always feel free to message me and I will try to help you in anyway I can. Keep in mind, this might not help everybody. I tried to be inclusive and put everything I thought would help but chances are I missed something.

I hope you feel better now. Keep your chin up. We stand strong together.

Love you all, Eve 💜

Tbh there are like 0 perks to dating me

cptsd: do you ever feel like someone is “safe”? i never feel safe anywhere but sometimes a person feels very, very safe. it’s hard to explain. can anyone else elaborate on their feelings on this?