#im just alive

[lesbianralzarek]

"life doesnt get better, you just get stronger" does NOT include ages 11-17. life does in fact just get better from there. those years are dogshit. like, you do get stronger but its mostly just a factor of not being 11-17 anymore. positive thinking helps but it doesnt fix whatevers going on at 15, you have to brute force through that one raw

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[monophobix]

lesbian situationship vs gay situationship

[hansoeii]

crowley!

[irishyuri]

golden age 👑

[doodledrawsthings]

got bugs on my brain recently

[parisoonic]

its not my fault i keep playing against Daniel Day-Lewis mfs

[hinamie]

i'm exactly as normal about him as I thought I'd be

[nam3-kun]

[naturecalls111]

unorthodox murder mystery

[eggsploded]

heiress eternal

[jaydarino]

Sometimes girlhood is matching hello kitty oodies with your mortal enemy

[stil-lindigo]

lighthearted.

if this comic resonated with you, please consider donating to this palestinian escape fund (vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein) as it is less than $7,000 away from it's goal.

i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.

A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[ruporas]

it's time to go, my love (ID in alt)

[tojisun]

hhh thiming about biting (dbf) simon’s neck during missionary, digging your teeth into his skin so hard they leave an indent—

he pulls away with a snarled hiss, his cheeks flushed and his pupils blown wide, only to pause at the drunken look in your eyes.

“mouth getting too empty f’r y’r liking, love?” he croons.

and when you nod, mewling mid-tears, all simon does is chuckle, his gaze shifting into something so soft it makes you ache.

“alright, then,” he murmurs, nuzzling close, before tilting his head to the side, giving you room to slot yourself into him again.

every drag of your teeth and every puncture, every suckle—it makes simon hiss in pleasure, his breathy rasps reverberating from where his chest is pressed onto yours.