went to a cinema club - this is what it's all about. community is real! even in the city! it's not all over. i watched natural enemies and boxing helena with my friend and ally charlie. the first was awesome, the second was less so - but arguably more fun. sherilyn fenn is not a star, she is something else entirely.
my boyfriend broke up with me in the most cold, uncaring way possible. it felt so fucking real, i could feel his lack of love for me so clearly. i woke up in tears and half-awake searched for my phone and called him. he heard the sadness in my voice and immediately switched to facetime to make sure i was ok. he saw my tears and the look of concern on his face brought me back to reality. i could feel his warmth through my phone screen. i am in love. sorry brain, your fucked up tricks can’t fool me
why do i need two tiny yellow pills every day for my brain to not freak out about every tiny thing? im beyond grateful for these pills, but i also curse their existence, or i guess more so my body’s need for them. im glad that mental healthcare is not as stigmatized as it once was, and me and my friends can take our little pills and feel better everyday. but also, can’t stop wondering why me and all my friends seem to need little pills to feel normal
