London, New York, Paris
It’s been a while since I posted on here. Running out of thread put a temporary stop to the cupcake piece and my motivation slowed down significantly. BUT. I’m back! I’ve just discovered these pretty designs from Satsuma Street and am desperate to get stitching again!
"People are so vulnerable at night. They’re willing to spill out their souls to anyone willing to listen. They have desires to do things that never cross their mind when the sun is in the sky."
idk what my state is now
i think I’m so detached I don’t even want to be happy?
like, I don’t want to *not* be happy but I’m not actively wanting to be happy either???
I think it’s bc my brain knows by now that when I get happy the downfall is always like a bomb going off in my heart
|what "society" thinks a depressive disorder is:||an intelligent, deep thinking, beautiful teenage girl/boy who is mature for their age, poetic, artistic, kind, caring, sympathetic, and hopelessly in love.
|what depressive disorders are:||seriously the dullest thing in the world you don't have the energy to shower let alone actually do something with your life, although you might have a blog.
MY PRINTER SOUNDS LIKE ITS BEEN POSSESSED BY A FUCKING DEMON WHAT THE FUCK