why are pinned chats so broken

they really deadnamed ppl at graduation...

https://twitter.com/bluefootednewt/status/1139559946394177536?s=20 why are ppl like this? like what

god and now i'm super dysphoric..

https://t.me/MayHasAJournal/2006 i'd love to but i probably can't

https://t.me/snekmm_art/595 i play trunpet

https://t.me/snekmm_art/596 eri's so cute

∅rb

animals are awesome :3

nevermind milo stepped pn my balls and i feel like im dying

good job taking care of yourself

You know those people who choose not to speak for religious reasons?
I choose not to touch people. Because every time it makes me feel like shit, it makes me feel like I've done something terrible to myself, worse than any form of self-harm. It's like going out of character, it's not a part of me, it's like when children try touching fire as a reflex, even though they know it's gonna hurt.
Today, I make a vow: I'm not going to touch anyone anymore. One step forward for me and for my self-respect.

Yesterday, at some point, I had some sort of epiphany. I saw all the horrible things I went through: all the bullying, the injustice, the fear, the disappointments, the loss, the bad parenting, the financial issues, the pain, the psychological torture, literally everything. And I realized... I could be much, much worse. I could be on drugs 24/7. I could be drowning my despair in binge-eating instead of eating healthy and exercising. I could be a compulsive liar, instead the idea of being seen as a liar terrifies me, and I can't even tell white and innocent lies without feeling guilty. I could get drunk every night, instead I choose my drinks carefully and I only drink because I like the taste. I could have lost all hope, but no matter how hard I try letting it go I'm still here standing and trying, I can't help it. I could have cut deeper, but I stop, every time.
I still study, I still take care of myself, I still seek pleasure, I still love walking and going places, I'm still the most creative person I've ever known, I still have wonder and curiosity as my weapons.
Considering everything I've witnessed and felt on my own skin, I could be so fucking worse, it's literally a miracle I went this far.
That does not mean I'm happy, or satisfied, or proud, no, I hate every inch of myself, I still wish I was dead. But as long as I'm alive, I will try and hope because I have no choice.

what for?

I also decided to finally make my own altar.