Hey guys

A ton of you just followed me bc I have a couple posts going around (one about bpd and one about eds i think)

I’m not on this blog anymore though!! FOllow me at @astracosmos @astracosmos

Lots of love and hope ur all doing gr8 but updates on my life/posts come over there

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if u say that u support someone w bpd but then

refuse to validate them
call them attention-seeking
abandon them when they get angry at u for it
call them names
treat them like they are a toddler
use the voice that u typically use for babies and small animals
refuse to listen to what they are saying
refuse to take even the smallest amount of time to let them know they are important to u
tell them that their disorder is too hard on u

you are an ableist piece of shit, not a support.

#the only quality thing that ever came from this shit blog

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I’M TRANSFERRING BLOGS

All new content will now be posted

HERE

I’ll wait until my queue runs out and then nothing else will be posted .

Again follow @2qp instead of me!

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wrdbnr

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aliyamustafina

5000letters

It was like walking into the sun, being with you, it was like walking into the sun for the first time after a terribly long winter.

Azra.T., “You are the warmest place I’ve ever lived in” (via sallestial)

#words #q: used to my honey

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anoraborealis

Made of thunderstorms. Of roar. Of high tide and the entire spectrum of the color blue.

Donna-Marie Riley, She (via apensivesoul)

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heartcountry

notmanetstype

I will lose you. It is written into this poem the way the fisherman’s wife knits his death into the sweater.

Gregory Orr, “The Sweater” (via notmanetstype)

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heartcountry

Listen, I am climbing memory’s slippery rungs. Listen, my hands are cold. Oh, I know  it is over, stilled. Still, you filled my lungs with summer [ …] my body softened by August, my heart humming, a field full of bees. Love, it is a little lonely without you. I sit on the porch swing and whistle, but stillness still stings. Love, I loved your stories. Above all other things.

Sarah Murphy, from “Letter to the Past After Long Silence,” New England Reivew (vol. 29, no. 4, 2008)

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