Not Sure If Anyone Is Interested In This But Here Is A List Of The Most Joyfully Vital Poems I Know :)

A group of rough looking boys walked past me today and all I heard of their conversation was “he’s got that anxiety disorder bro so I went with him so he’d be more comfortable” and it made me realise the world isn’t all that bad

anyone need serotonin?

"If you listen very closely when you smile at me, you can hear the birds singing in my soul."

–The Last Incurable Romantic–

“why is this a disorder this is normal it’s just soci-“ girl what do you think the social part of the biopsychosocial model of psychology means….

if it were a social norm to scream to communicate and someone quietly waved instead they’d be disordered in that society.

“doesn’t that mean that disorders are all socially constructed?” no because autism and adhd (i know y’all are only talking about these when you argue this stuff…) have a biological basis AKA you have structural abnormalities in the brain.

“but maybe those structural changes are just a social-“ uh i mean if you want to call an abnormally small hippocampus that results in memory loss just a social construct you can…i guess

next time you’re thinking “it’s just society that makes me disordered” uh yeah that’s literally part of it. psychology is a social science. but also like don’t forget there’s biology behind it and there’s never one reason why you’re disordered, it’s a mix of genetics, cultural influences, nature v. nuture, etc…

My dad had once told me it would be abnormal to be normal after all you’d been through and I’ve been looking at life differently ever since

you pay the finest attention to smallest details when you're touch deprived; someone's shoulder brushing against yours, a soft hand touch, an unexpected hug from someone, warm handshakes where you can feel the other person's entire hand in yours, the texture of their skin. that eye gaze where you feel as though the nerves in your face that go down your spine and chest are attracted towards someone's gaze. when someone's sitting two inches next to you and you know you cannot kiss them but you really wish you could.

just want to thank every single one of you for being here. thank you for existing, for never giving up, for trying your best every day even when some days "our best" isn't much. you have more strength than you realize. everything you thought could destroy you until now, never did. you overcame every obstacle. every feeling of hopelessness. every time you thought the pain wouldn't end, it did. so, thank you for being here. you matter. thank you.

“The warm and grey rain that falls in long, diagonal lines on the sea. The kind that barely wets anything and whose voice is not heard. She seeks no shelter from it, instead, offers her cheek. Because of its softness, she knows she exists.”

— Jean-Michel Maulpoix, from “Loves is what she calls these departing sailors and sailboats…”, A Matter of Blue: Poems (trans. Dawn M. Cornelio)  

“The darkness was only misguided light after all.”

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