babypadawan:

I want a “just checking in” kind of love.

a “baby did you eat today?” kind of love.

a “you’re the first person I told” kind of love.

an “I gotta kiss you before you leave” kind of love

an “I love you” before we say bye kind of love.

an “I noticed that you need this so I got it for you” kind of love.

a “we’re not going to bed til we’ve made up” kind of love.

a wipe my tears away kind of love.

a nonstop joke fest until I smile again kind of love.

a goofy smile when I walk in the room kind of love.

a hold me until my panic attack passes kind of love.

a rub my back after work kind of love.

I just want to feel completely, totally, truly loved.

How do you stay so posative?

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

deangetyourheadoutofyourgayass:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

a looooooooot of practice. lots and lots. I spent, almost half of my life in depressive episodes, and spent most of it using dark or negative humor to cope. wasn’t helpful. I’ve only been in recovery for about a year now, and things are so much better than they were. I now have this reassuring sense of relief to fall back on. I still have minor episodes, but I don’t tend to post about them–this blog is a space for people to find laughter in dark times, and I want to preserve that. when I am feeling low, I either try to surround myself with things that make me laugh (hence, shitposts as usual), or I process the hard emotions by reading/writing offline. The not-so-positive stuff is still there, you’ll see it in my writing under the ‘#gaudy writes’ tag. I’ve just found healthy ways to organize and express it. which is important–finding non-harmful ways to express & process rough emotions allows us to make room for the good stuff. otherwise the good stuff starts to feel forced. you’re allowed to feel bad things, but don’t let the world trick you into not leaving room for the good.

I thought you were gonna say something like you eat happy children and I was hit by a bus

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