I think I’m so self destructive because I take everything/one so seriously. I take criticism so harshly and therefore believe I am not good enough or worth anything. Positives are only in the present moment, compared to negatives that haunt me and follow me sucking everything good out of my present moment. I remember all the bad about myself and believe what people say to/about me is true. I am done with it. I am finally happy with what I’ve done and who I’ve become. I am somebody who is going places and I am worth being happy. I am sick of being self destructive by taking the stress, anxiety, anger, hurt and everything from the past out on myself. I can’t change anything and although I didn’t deserve what happened, it wasn’t my fault. I am not to blame and can’t keep blaming the weight of the world in myself. My ways of coping are sick and I’m done being unhappy with the way I look because of it. I am finally getting rid of my demons once and for all.

The more I want to get better, the more I want to relapse.

makkine:

makkine:

Oh my god this is giving me flashbacks to when Disney announced it was buying club penguin and there was a literal actual penguin protest in front of the clothes shop for like 4 hours straight I love society

Sex is so weird like hey I love you let me stick my hard extra limb into your tiny hole and then slam it into you repeatedly because I love you

nepeta-walks-into-a-club:

we had a substitute teacher who kept saying he was a philosopher??? and somehow everyone was impressed by that and he said “ladies, if a guy wants to sleep with you and you say no and and he follows you around and keeps asking you no matter what you say, you should say yes, because he truly loves you” and everyone nodded at his wisdom and i just