my therapist wants me to “slow down” and stop “living my life like it’s a race” it’s like he doesn’t even know that life is a highway and i’m contractually obligated to ride it all night long
u: follow ur gut
my gut: move to a small island and make a living selling sunflowers to young lovers throw ur phone away, live quietly and alone, when the time comes go home to the ocean where u have always belonged
staring at my boyfriend’s head while he sleep repeatedly thinking the word “oranges” trying to see if i can get him to dream about oranges will keep you updated
me: i’m depressed :/
someone: you should try exercising!
me: *knowing perfectly well that the endorphins released from exercise help to relieve the symptoms of depression* fuck you
a man in whole foods asked how i was doing and i said ok how are you and he said “it is beautiful in my soul today” and that’s why i never go to whole foods
tell your boyfriend if he says he’s got beef that animal agriculture is one of the leading causes of climate change and he should consider how meat production harms the environment
the american dream is actually just putting hot sauce on whatever you find in the fridge and calling it dinner write about that fitzgerald you dramatic bitch
i got hit on while i was buying some depression pasta and it’s just like excuse me? this is a private time to share with my family (depression pasta) please be respectful
does anyone else feel uhhh completely disconnected from themselves and their experiences haha like you just woke up in this body and you don’t know how you got here
yeah sex is cool but have you ever spent an entire therapy session talking about why something is bad for you and you shouldn't do it and then gone home and immediately done it
when having difficult conversations over text i believe in a method called “the sandwich approach” it’s where you send one meme, then six emotionally vulnerable texts, then another meme and an “lmao” as a garnish