catacalysmic:

There exists a world other than mine!

I don’t know how to put this. The realization has hit me so hard. The anxiety has now almost permeated every crook and crevice of my being.

When I’m in my happy bubble, I don’t care to look outside; I don’t care to look at all. For as far as I’ve known, the world outside wasn’t a place for someone like me. Being in my own little world never felt like a punishment to me, never. But rather a blessing, a way of dismissing whatever that wasn’t of my liking; even people and their problems of the real world, materialistic world, a world where you are required to fit into a mould, follow rules, wear masks, be acceptable… breathe, breathe, breathe, just breathe! So I was glad, glad that I had confined myself to this bubble. My bubble— however dark and small, became the sanctity of my sanity. And I was thrilled to be in it to say the least!

It was more like a hamster ball, really; wherever I went, the ball would roll with me, protect me from harsh realities. All the while I was in the bubble, the outside world somehow became nonexistent to me. I never even thought during any of this to consider of a world living and breathing outside of it. A world that was so different from my own little ball.

Today when I stepped out into this “real” world, it made my knees wobble, and my eyes lined with tears. There lives another world besides mine. And somehow this has been the most overwhelming epiphany of my life.

P.S. my panicked ass has written this, so, ignore my emotions being all over the place for tonight.

misfitreindeer:

phoenixcollective:

psa: if you’re learning a language on Duolingo you can use it for your resumé on Linkedin, it now gives you a certificate of fluency at different levels depending on how advanced you are in your lessons

please signal boost this, many people don’t realize how important being multilingual can be in regards to you getting a job

medusagirlfriend:

we’re all young and gay and depressed and trying to grapple with the fact that we may never experience love like “normal” people so we all just long for warmth and comfort and like we can’t find it within ourselves or in the people around us and no offense but we all need therapy

I feel seen