#still in recovery

[thescrolls-haveforetold]

mother is mothering

[beggars-opera]

All pleasures are guilty pleasures if you were raised Catholic

[jetblxck]

would yall cop

[troolyart]

This was him in the afternoon before we took him to the vet that evening. My sweet buddy 🥺💙💙💙

[orbitposting]

DID but not as in presence of "evil murderer alter", DID as in buying two drinks instead of one because someone came to front after seeing a blue raspberry slushie and DEMANDED to have it, but the alter who walked all the way to the gas station refused to leave without getting what they wanted to get initially.

[licherature]

good morning tumblrinas!

[ed-recoverry]

This post exempts you from any and all “If you don’t ___ this post, ____ will happen.” You are hereby immune to it all. You are now protected! Be free!

[charrfie]

999

[neuroticboyfriend]

relapse is not a moral failure. substance use and addiction are not a moral failure. mental illness is not a moral failure. disability is not a moral failure. you have a health condition. you are struggling. recovery is not mean to be perfect, and if you're not in recovery, surviving is good too. i'm glad you're here, and i hope life treats you better soon. please know this is not your fault. you do not need to feel guilty over your own health.

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[hildatheprincess]

recovering from an ed is such a odd but meaningful experience.

every time I catch myself thinking about the calories or missing the old me, i’m reminded that not once have one of my friends said they only like me for how little i eat, but they were over joyed when i started going out for dinner and getting a sweet treat on our thrifting runs. Feeling the air against my skin reminding me that I don’t need to be the smallest version of myself, i love being able to run, dance, doing awful cartwheels with my friends in the park, going to the corn maze, reading books, colouring, being excited to make a new recipe with my boyfriend, showing off that my dress has pockets, or having a day out just to try a new pastry place with my best friends; i finally have the energy and mental strength to do these things, when i feel a relapse around the corner i remind myself, even on bad body image days i am happy otherwise. my body isn’t who i am, but simply the vessel i get to dress up, put silly dresses on, paint my nails bright colours, get dirt and cuts on my knees after attempting something stupid with my friends, coming in with red cheeks and chugging water while waiting for my hot chocolate on the stove. life is good, trust the process, it gets better, keep fighting, keeping recovering. please.

[saturnsocoolioyep]

In the same vein as "I've been taking my medication for long enough that I haven't experienced any symptoms in a while, I must not need to take it anymore! (Spoiler alert: the meds are why you haven't had symptoms)" I present to you a similarly clownish thought process- "I haven't experienced that trigger in a long time, maybe I was just exaggerating how bad it was and it'll be fine to engage with this! (Spoiler alert: take a fucking guess babes)"

[glitter-stained]

Dc writers be like yeah sorry this character was doomed by the narrative there was nothing we could do, like my brother in christ you ARE the narrative

[safe-haven-safe-place]

@keeleyshawart

[imnotlole]

My part for the CAPTCHAVOGUE Zine :3

[herewegobebe]

TAEMIN | Criminal ✦ Metamorph