$$ my blog, my mind $$
🌈everyone needs to be loved 🌈
Feminism is for everyone
there are too many versions of me in the universe! the girl i bumped into but didn’t stop to say sorry to has a version of me in her mind. the guy i let borrow my homework has another version of me in his. even my friends, my family, and everyone i’ve ever met in my life has their own version of me in their minds that i’m not even aware of
you put it into words
Interesting
i wonder how people describe me when they’re talking about me to someone who’s never met me
me talking about my mental illness in front of my therapist: … i ,,, might have? some sadness… somewhere in me… but it’s? not bad… i’m just whiny… i don’t know i just… never sleep and …
me in front of complete strangers: move greg i have depression and i want the pasta it’s an emergency
All I know is you came to me when I was at my lowest.
You picked me up, breathed new life in me, I owe my life to you.
