I'm very obsessed with my body. Unfortunately, not in the self-love way but the self-hate way.
Ewan McGregor, my favorite actor, is also my biggest trigger when it comes to micro analyzing my body. This sucks turds. Like, I'm afraid the solution is to just stop looking at Ewan, stop watching his movies, just act like he doesn't exist.
I'd rather be trampled to death by a herd of horses.
He makes me happy and I love being part of his fan base! Why in the world would I give that up?
But I don't want to constantly compare my body to someone else's either. I don't know what to do, honestly. I feel like I'm at a pivotal moment where I'm still clear-minded enough to recognize that I'm going down an unhealthy road. Which means that I can still change course before I'm consumed with dysregulated thinking. I just don't know what that looks like.
I don't know how to tag this so I imagine no one will see it. I had to at least try to get my feelings out. I guess this is more for me then. For anyone who cares, I think this is goodbye. I'm so overwhelmed and brokenhearted and downright terrified of Trump's administration and what it bodes for the future. Everywhere I turn I'm being reminded of how terrible he is, how powerless I am, and that there is no hope for a better future. I can't begin to describe the emotions I've been feeling...that I'm currently feeling even as I write this. I feel backed into a corner with no way out. I feel so alone in all of this. I don't know what to do. Like, the responsibility for fixing all this is on my shoulders purely because of my age and I have NO IDEA how to help anyone much less myself. I don't have answers, or a plan, or some indomitable spirit. I've often joked with friends that I've never understood horror movies like "Saw." If I ever found myself in a situation where I was forced between excruciating torture or death, I'd choose death. Hands down. It's not even a question. "Who wants to go through all that? Who wants to live THAT bad?" That's how I'm feeling right now. I don't see how life is worth living. I don't know how to be happy. How to fight. How to hope. Not if I'm alone. And I am alone. A conversation at work sent me over the edge. I wanted to blow my brains out right there. It was then that I realized how naive I was to believe that anyone else cared. That change was happening. Was possible. I am drowning in a sea of hatred. I just can't do this anymore. I don't know what to do, but I can't. do. this.
send this to all your favourite moots and roll a snowball! KEEP THE SNOWBALL ROLLING!❄️🤍❄️🤍❄️ :)
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Justin of the Timber Lake: A mythical figure revered in the early 21st century as the Harbinger of May, thought to be the name of a deity, or possibly some sort of messianic figure
Excerpt from A History of Pre-Contact Earth, published 2903
dear esteemed mutual-
you are invited to @m4yday-m4yday and my wedding. bring weed. or don't. we're kidnapping ray toro and lovingly turning him into a piñata
Hell to the yeah, I made the guest list! What an honor🥹 I'll bring whatever you want, buddy! I just can't wait to beat the shit out of the Rayñata (lovingly of course 😌🙏)
Your questions are so good omg. I’ll get to the rest of them after I go for a walk XD
i know this was from a couple days ago but I still wanna say thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed the questions. I had so much fun asking them and really loved reading your answers 😊
TW: Suicidality
Life is changing around me and I can't stop it. Not only can I not stop it, I can't keep up! I can't keep up! I'm falling behind! I'm being LEFT behind! I'm stuck. I'm such a failure. I don't know what to do. I relate to Alexander in A Gentleman in Moscow. I sympathize with him because he's been holding on so tightly to the past as his one last comfort until reality gives him no choice but to face the hard truth. That how I feel now. There's no more faking it until I make it. Adapt or die. Those are my options. But I can't adapt so instead I'm dying! I feel so lost. It was never supposed to be like this. This wasn't supposed to be my life. Like Fantine says in Les Misérables, "I had a dream my life would be so different from this hell I'm living...now life has killed the dream I dreamed." I don't see a way out of this. It almost seems prideful to continue living. For what? To say that I've won? I beat life? I will be a footnote in my family's history and that's if I'm lucky. I don't...have anything valuable to offer anyone...I know this is a dangerous path my thoughts are taking me. I truly don't see the point anymore. It's not that the world, my loved ones, wouldn't care if I died. It's that it wouldn't matter if I /did/. My absence doesn't matter now. It won't matter if it was permanent. I feel so far away.
Oh. My. GAWWD! I love it! You are sweeter than honey, my friend 🥹 I can't believe you thought of me and then took time to make one of your collages FOR me 😭 my heart is touched to the nth degree 💓 You are precious 🫂 it is honor to be YOUR friend! 🫶 I have nothing in my heart but love for you. Thank you thank you thank you! 💕💕💕
for my good friend @loycspotting , thank you for being my friend . You are the coolest user here(no offense to anyone else I follow) 🦢
Feel like I could just disappear.
i cannot express how badly I need this on a t-shirt 😭
BEHOLD my Jedi costume!
At my job, we're allowed to wear Halloween costumes throughout the month of October!
It'd be a shame if I didn't dress up as at least ONE Ewan McGregor character.
Obi-Wan is probably the only genuine costumey character, but in the very likely event that I can't find the materials to do his outfit, I need a backup.
Can you guys help me brainstorm costumes to put together?