mastering ancient breathing techniques in the mountains of china to control my heart rate finely enough to jam out a sick tune on the hospital’s heart monitor

Your [tumblr] Wrapped

You made poasts. yuo freak

"I CANT HANDLE THIS" *handles this*

"I CANT TAKE ANOTHER DAY" *takes another day*

maybe putting some awesome sauce on this nothing burger will do the trick

yeah we're all under the weather stupid that stuff is freaking up high😭

i’m doing it for the plot (creating a beautiful life for myself no matter the cost)

i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

I used to get so sad returning to media I loved as a kid and discovering I hate it now, but like. That’s probably a fantastic sign, isn’t it? That I found it at the right time

I could have missed that book or movie or song entirely until today, and I wouldn’t appreciate it at all, so isn’t it great that I found it fifteen years ago instead, and have all this love left over?

how it feels joining an established friend group

i have princess in a tower disorder (uncontrollable isolation)

Honestly it boils down to reparenting yourself & rewiring your own neuronal pathways & telling yourself a firm “stop” when you notice your mind slipping down negative loopholes & being present in the moment & enjoying being mid task rather than waiting for it to end & not thinking of inertia as your baseline and natural way of living

So tempting to keep embarking on the same self destructive cycle over & over & over again . But at some point you have to put ur foot down w ur own behaviors & be the thing that truly saves u

#this is unfortunately true#it’s not easy to tell yourself Hey Drop It#like you’re your own dog furtively eating pinecones and rocks#but you gotta#sometimes it’s a Hey We’re Not Doing That#you gotta though

The spirit is absent and the flesh is too. #imnothing