thegaymertrainer:

My kinda comedy

hawthorn-and-ivy:

Thursday therapy review (almost forgot):

Said I would discuss this with my therapist and then I did. So now we’re doing the “how to be in the moment” without a) hurting anyone else or b) putting myself in a little glass box so no one can touch me with a side of “oh, that church you went to was extra fucked up and you’re basically Wednesday Addams on the inside where it counts”

zw-me-anasfaleies:

budzaya:

How many times can the same thing break your heart?

As long as you love it.

cavehags:

pov: you’re scrolling tumblr

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

it can be therapeutic to admit “actually my childhood was deeply fucking awful.” not “my parents tried” or “there were good times too” or “I was lucky in certain ways” but solely to acknowledge “I went though some fucking messed up shit what the fuck was that about ”

“my parents tried” other people’s intentions don’t excuse or erase your suffering. parents are expected to try, that’s the bare minimum of being a parent, and it doesn’t undo the consequences of failing to protect a tiny vulnerable human being. “there were good times too” children are profoundly capable of joy, every person’s childhood contains some measure of joy, childhood should be joyful, and none of that erases the lasting trauma of the shit you went through. your childhood isn’t a math problem where the positives and negatives balance out towards some neutral zero, reality doesn’t work like that. “I was lucky in certain ways” and pretty fucking unlucky by the sound of it. ok so “things could have been worse” things could always be worse and they could always be better, that is a mundane and meaningless expression meant to make excuses for other people, and bitch it sure as thunder doesn’t erase the fact that you walked through hell.

You. Deserved. BETTER.

chronicallyonlinesworld:

thoughtkick:

“In the end you can’t always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.”

— Ally Condie

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the

minijournals:

you can do everything right and still feel sad at night

gardenvarietyhuman:

leehallfae:

aestheteinreverie:

i cannot even begin to emphasize how romantic signing off letters or postcards with “always yours” is. like… no one ever knows if they would be together forever. we love someone with the knowledge that they might not be in our lives in the future. we know we could fall apart. we still write “always yours”, because we mean to say, “hey, i know you might not be in my life forever, but you will have a part of me still. a part of me will be always yours to keep.” i need a moment

“however, whenever this ends, i want you to know that right now, i love you forever.”

— andrea gibson, “how it ends”

From a beloved, to me. He died a few years ago.