#doingfine

[tibialtybalt]

I got In Stars and Time for christmas and am quickly becoming very very normal about siffrin

[maachine]

good morning mr maachine man!!!! :) how you on this fine thursday january 2nd 2025

Im doingFine ive just roke up like 50 Minutes ago how is your fine Thursday, Jan 2, 2025 Morning dorkie.

[gilliontidestrider5092]

It seems like it helped! Glad it worked, hope your doing good as well Gill :)

ohGood !!! I’m doingFine !!! my legs feel all Tingly because Chip hasYet to wake up!! so i amSTUCK ! how fun …. Haha ! just kidding . Sarcasm !!!!!! I am Sad because I want toTrain but Chip is on Me so iCant but itsOkay i won’t wake up Chip…… he needs the Rest i Thimk

[quatresnuku]

As you can see he's doing just fine 👍 #remus #mydog #dauchshund #remustheweiner #doingfine #quatresnuku https://www.instagram.com/p/CBIrpK3gN7U/?igshid=yc3kcjel9ftr

[amateurziarko]

When she got out of the bag, I yelled “THE CAT’S OUT OF THE BAG 😃” with uncontrollable glee and now I think Winston is reconsidering our marriage. (Also how hipster is she amiright). #quarantine #doingfine #catsofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/B-Gl21Zj9Sg/?igshid=1jyzw24x9y1ha

[alexandracsteffan]

For today’s #reminder I'm going #backtobasics because sometimes that is what is required. #andthatsok #mentalhealth #selfcare #inthemiddleof #bookbinding #doingfine

[awesome-weird-stuff-blog]

just a story

‘hahaha!’ The boy on the bed laughed at the girl, who was laying on the rug in front of him. ‘You are actually insane.’ He grinned, and she laughed with him. Quickly though, her laugh changed to a more serious face. ‘Definitely.’ She said, in a much calmer voice. There was a silent pause. That had sounded way to serious for his liking. He knew she hadn’t had the easiest life, parents divorced and all. She was always quite happy, although she complained about being tired a lot. The girl laid silently on the matrass, saying nothing. ‘You okay?’ He asked eventually, not sure what to do. ‘Just tired...’ She said, as always. Something was off, very off. ‘Have a lot to do tonight...’ She sighed again, implying it was time he left. ‘are you sure your alright?’ He asked again, worried. The girl stayed silent, sighing deeply. ‘Nah. But I will be, don’t worry.’ She sat up straight now, and gave him a big smile. Normally, that smile would have been, well... normal. Now it wasn’t, tears were forming in her eyes. ‘Hey... what’s up? You can tell me...’ He said, completely surprised by the sudden change in tone. ‘Like I said, just tired of everything...’ The girl didn’t look him in the eye anymore, and nervously plucked the pillow she pressed against her. ‘what’s making you tired?’ He asked. ‘Everything. Home. Friends. School. Myself.’ She answered, her voice getting louder and more upsetting. She meant what she said, it sounded... deep. ‘it is that busy then?’ He asked, still not sure of what to do. ‘No. that’s the problem. It’s probably just me.’ She answered. ‘is at home everything alright then?’ He never asked after her home, she never talked about it either. A sarcastic laugh followed, again her whole demeaner changed. From the warm, loving and bubbly person she always was, she had changed to a cold, and sarcastic... perhaps even bitter. ‘It never is.’ ‘because of the divorce. Or?’ he asked, now getting really worried. ‘But you don’t have to worry about that. I’m used to it. Just need some time to calm down and stuff...’ She said, grabbing her phone. The boy sighed. Talking to her when she was feeling tired always ended up with her cutting of the conversation. She enjoyed listening much more then, but this time it bothered me. He was her friend for goodness sake. ‘Why do you always push people away when your tired?’ he asked, an accusing tone came through her voice. ‘Because it’s better that way.’ She sounded very angry suddenly. ‘What do you mean?’ He asked, getting upset as well. ‘Because I am like a grenade, damn it!’ She shouted at him, her hands were nervously fidgeting around. ‘IF you care to much about me, your going to feel with me and that is not a thing anyone should want.’ She said, tears were starting to well up in her eyes again. ‘again... you’re not making any sense, I am your friend.’ He answered. ‘Yeah. And it good the way it goes. It’s helping no one if you go and worry about me the whole time.’ She grabbed her phone again, and put it down. Her hands were shaking. ‘Do I need to worry about you then? I though you were doing fine...’ ‘I’m not doing fine. From even before you met me. But I am used to it. Just need time for myself to get everything settled.’ It was silent for a second as the boy tried to understand. There was something so wrong, and apparently, he had never noticed. ‘I’m sorry... just. So Tired. Usually I’m doing better.’ She apologized, giving him a reassuring smile. But he didn’t believe the smiles anymore. ‘can you tell me? I promise I’ll be... fine’ He said, not sure what she wanted to hear. ‘What do you want to know?’ She finally said, almost with a hopeful smile. ‘What happened... I guess it’s not just you parents divorcing?’ he asked, it was the only sad thing he knew. ‘first, they divorced when I was ten. I just use it as an excuse for when I am sad. Easy answer to give, you know.’ Again, that bitter smile. He sighed, why didn’t he ask further before... ‘A month after they’re divorced, my father was sent for a mission to Afghanistan. In that time, my mother’s father, grandpa... got cancer and died within two months. My father came back from Afghanistan with PTSD and my mother is chronically depressed. I never had a happy home, never had or have a stable home either. My father found after a few girlfriends another wife, who already had two kids. We didn’t really go together. My mother found after a long time of sadness another man, but I didn’t like him. They married anyway. I got depressed, school went bad and did self harm. I have no self-esteem, and have add and I am high sensitive.’ Suddenly a stream of words just blurted out of her mouth. Tears were flowing over her face as she told her whole life under a minute. ‘Fuck.’ The boy just said, not sure what the right words were. ‘what does high sensitive mean?’ He asked then, as the only thing he didn’t understand. ‘Sounds and smells come in twice as hard. No information filters. And I feel people’s emotions a lot stronger. Can see and feel when people are sad or happy... or when they lie. It sucks.’ She said, staring at her feet in front of her. ‘You can see when I lie?’ He asked, a little worried. ‘Yeah. You don’t have a match day Saturday, you just don’t want to go and hang out with Christian.’ The boy shuffled uncomfortably, that was very true, he didn’t really like Christian. It was silent again. ‘Sorry.’ She said in small voice. ‘You have been to so much. I... fuck.’ He said again, lost for words. ‘Don’t you dare pity me.’ She said, tougher voice now. Her eyes were looking angry, straight at him. ‘I don’t. I just... how did you do all that?’ He said, looking back at her. She started crying fully now, tears falling onto her pillow. ‘I don’t even know.’ She answered through the tears. She sat there crying for a minute. ‘come, give me a hug.’ He said, opening his arms. But she didn’t stand up. She sat there, crying louder. She looked up at the bed, the empty bed. ‘why should I? you’re not even real...’ she softly whispered.

[pointsincase]

**Darren McCoy, 28, Class of 2013, Has an 8-Year-Old Batman Spec Script No One Has Read** . Darren wowed us from his first days at Westbridge with his undeclared major and his devil may care attitude. Darren dreams of being a director, despite being unable to connect with human beings on any meaningful emotional level. When asked what his favorite movie was Darren simply said “Fight Club” and when asked who directed it he said “Tyler Durden.” . **Tilly Danvers, 29 Class of 2012, GoFundMe Scammer** . Upon graduation, Tilly didn’t let her lack of accolades stop her from achieving her dreams. Realizing that word of mouth wasn’t an effective way of telling the world about her slip and falls, Tilly branched out to the worldwide web. Tilly is now a career GoFundMe scammer as well as an effective social media manager for her own personal brand (scammer). Way to go Tilly! Now that we know your ankle isn’t actually shattered we’d like our $50 back. Venmo is fine. . **Gail Perez and Betty Henderson, 25, Class of 2015, Still Technically Dating** . Everyone remembers Gail and Betty from the Westbridge halls. Always walking hand-in-hand and arguing about something innocuous and yet intensely fraught like dirty dishes or cat hair while the rest of you were get drunk of brass monkeys at Greek week. Five years later and we’re excited to announce that Gail and Betty are doing the same exact shit! Only difference is now they’re in an open relationship, and somehow have way less sex now. Aww! . Article by @scarletkmeyer #30under30 #doingfine #justok #prettygood #okthx #success🤷‍♀️ #allgood https://www.instagram.com/p/B5_GERIg_Ab/?igshid=l0alu2kr4lxd

[eric-sadahire]

What's really important in life is always the things that are secondary. What's about all I can say.

[antimony-medusa]

[frozen-rabbit]

#vape #everyoneloveaquitter #doingfine

[esfumari7]

I'm doing fine. #thoughtprocessworks #snowthaproduct #doingfine #lettering #typography #fontastic #handdrawn #hiphop #muse #staytuned #moretocome

[moonshinedoingfine]

The Questions?

We’re half way through 2017 and so far this year hasn’t turned out how I wanted. Like at all. A lot of the time I feel like I’m grasping at straws trying to hold on and another part of me feels it would be better to let it all go. I just want a place to write how I feel, what mistakes I’ve made and (hopefully) positive outcomes I can make. I want this place to feel safe to me, somewhere I can be vulnerable and open. I think I have a hard time doing that, I just like to brush stuff under the rug and wait until it goes away. That’s cost me friends before. I want to be able to tackle problems in a health manner, I don’t want to lash out at others when I’m hurt. I’m drinking a bottle of wine and these are the questions I want to find answers for in the remaining year:

1. Am I standing up for myself or am I just being mean?

2. Do I still want to be friends or do I just fear losing other friendships? 3. Am I settling for incompetence or will I search for something more?

4. Will I let fear and complacency ground me or will I risk it all for (happiness*)?

*Happiness isn’t the word I want to use here. I can’t think of it, completeness isn’t the right one either. Those words represent an end to me, and what I want is a beginning. Something new and exciting. That fills me with warmth and daring. A burning fire that will help me pass through any obstacle. 

[unshakened]

today was the worst day of my life

[loo-cuz]

You know sometimes being the healthy one sucks. I just wish I could go fuck random strangers and say “I’m not good at relationships” and get super emotionally distanced like some people I know do at times. But no, I have to be the reasonable one who reflects and takes ages to heal🙄

[windblume]

i worry so much i worry way too much i hope my friend is doingfine