I want my body back.

I want what little physical pleasure I used to experience. I want my sex drive, even if it’s the muted dying battery of a sex drive i was clinging to on the old meds. I want my eyesight not fucked up. I want to eat. I want to *want* to eat.

Maybe I’ll never get my mind in control, but God, give me back my body.


Fuck venlafaxine, basically.

No, I’m just calmly trying to assess why i seem to have trouble breathing properly all the time.  I tend to exhale and then just not breathe at all when I’m stressed,  but even normal levels of functioning in my lungs and diaphragm when calm seems impossible to maintain.

No, I’m just calmly trying to assess why i seem to have trouble breathing properly all the time. I tend to exhale and then just not breathe at all when I’m stressed, but even normal levels of functioning in my lungs and diaphragm when calm seems impossible to maintain.

Why can’t I breathe why do I have such a hard time literally just breathing wtf

renjin-chan:

you can tell this is a high ranking bun, because he is wearing a crown that is also a bun

renjin-chan:

you can tell this is a high ranking bun, because he is wearing a crown that is also a bun

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cat-pic:

に大福みたいな寝顔が載っていたので。うちの子も大福みたいじゃないですか?

cat-pic:

に大福みたいな寝顔が載っていたので。うちの子も大福みたいじゃないですか?

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victoriouscrush:

firelorcl:

vortexanomaly:

the crumb

this is the most intense photo i’ve ever seen

GRACKLES!!!!

victoriouscrush:

firelorcl:

vortexanomaly:

the crumb

this is the most intense photo i’ve ever seen

GRACKLES!!!!

(via mawsicle)

Various things have made me realize just how dead some parts of my brain are.


I don’t feel much joy in food, nor compulsion to indulge. (Everyone at work expressed hyperbolic surprise that I gave away samples of cheesecake for hours without eating any.) Shopping makes me anxious and regretful. I just stare at my creative supplies and lament over not using them.

Other people must feel so much more pleasure in everyday things, so much more unhampered compulsion to do things they love. I don’t even know what I love… I like uninhibited long hugs from good friends. I like pretty girls. I like sips of tea that keep me centered. My love of foods is so dampened right now but I love raised donuts and French fries and truffle cheese and pickled plums and pho and I wish i could get back into my brain and body for long enough to enjoy those.

korr-a-sami:

londonfairy:

manim0:

gookgod:

this is some yuri manga type shit man

i smell the gay and it has polluted the whole room

I always REBLOG this when I see it

Im imagining this is how Korra and Asami going down if those two dorks ever attempted sports

(via barnacle-butt)

kipperthecorgi:

I made a little hat.

Fern wore the little hat. 

(via sozuki)

Had to convince my therapist I would not kill myself in order for her to not be bound by duty to call 911 and have me hospitalized.

I guess my coping methods for suicidal ideation are not as mild as I thought

ottermatopoeia:

that’s his bed now

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mikalhvi:

gentlemanbones:

"What is that, some kind of stone, like a heating stone? An odd pattern, it kind of looks like—
…Oh.”

is that a goddamn condom full of spaghetti

mikalhvi:

gentlemanbones:

"What is that, some kind of stone, like a heating stone? An odd pattern, it kind of looks like—

…Oh.”

is that a goddamn condom full of spaghetti

(via nimbus-cloud)

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