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Best advice I’ve ever been given was righty tighty lefty loosey
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The way I use the dating/hookup apps is once or twice a month I get desperate enough to open them and I say “PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DOES ANYONE WANT TO FUCK ME” and between 20 and 40 people say “YES!!!!” and then I close the apps for another month and nothing happens. Not sure what I’m doing wrong here
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y so smol
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A plague doctor friend
His name is Eryl 🐦⬛🌑
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just found out i've been abandoned by god which means he's not watching anything i do anymore. you should come over.
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"Why are you afraid to mess up? We're all human" well you see if I fuck up that means I am clearly unworthy of love and affection, unlike everyone else on the planet, who are worthy just by being alive.
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Adhd will have you too burnt out to eat or shower but give you the hubris to decide you can homebrew an entire d&d system on the back of a receipt
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Aro arrow earrings by HeckinUnicorn
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Unmute !
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PURPLE HILL Red Skull Jacket / Removable bones joined via 98 button magnets. if you want to support this blog consider donating to:ko-fi.com/fashionrunways
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i will never leave this house
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tbh shoutout to the over 40s on tumblr, sorry the internet acts like yall belong in the retirement home when ur literally just regular adults with hobbies
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Before I got my shit together, I used to drink. Like, a lot. I wouldn't say I was an alcoholic, but there were times when I would spend days, sometimes weeks, just laying in bed drunk. Doing whatever bare minimum I needed to do to keep the lights on and myself somewhat passably alive, but other than that, I'd just be drunk. For days on end. Having the few beers left over from the night before for breakfast before having to get up to go get more. It wasn't good.
That would last for days or weeks at a time, but eventually I'd always come to the point where I realised that I just felt like shit. I felt like shit when I was sober, but the drinking bouts always halted when I noticed that I felt just as bad when I was drunk. I guess that's why I wouldn't say I was an alcoholic. I could just look at what I'm doing, and see that it was pointless. I was just wasting time and money giving myself organ damage, and it wasn't even making me feel any better anymore.
I had a routine for coming out of it. I would change my bedsheets, and air out my blankets and pillows if I could. I'd take a very, very long and thorough-scrubbing shower, as much of an exfoliating deep clean wash with conditioner and clipping my nails and everything. The stench of old booze doesn't come out of you before you've sweat it out of your pores - of course I knew I still reeked, but at least I smelled like I had tried. I would get dressed in completely new and clean clothes, and head to the library. I would borrow some comics, go buy myself a little treat of some sort on my way back home and then sit in my bed, clean and curled up in my clean sheets, having a snack and reading comics.
The frist time I got a flu after getting sober, I first mistook it for burnout or a bout of worsening depression, before my partner pointed out that neither of those cause a runny nose and a fever. Whatever it was, it lasted about a week and a half. And once I felt better, like a clockwork, I changed my sheets, took a thorough shower, got myself dressed in clean clothes, and wanted to go to the library.
I was already back at home, sitting on my clean bed having a little treat and reading my comics, when it occurred to me that I had just completely automatically completed my getting-sober-routine, over a flu, without even thinking about it. So I sat there for a moment, thinking about it. I thought about how fucking weird that was, for long enough that it wasn't weird anymore. Of course I would do that. That's what I do when I'm starting to feel better. It's my recovery routine.
That's what I do when I'm not sick anymore.
#recovery#how to feel better#it's all about the routines imo#I've had similar experience with self harmful behaviours
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OP turned off reblogs (and I understand why) but I wanted this on my dash
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