I don’t have a ”type”. If I like you, I like you.
And if I like you, you’re pretty special.
Because I hate everyone.
24 years old. Queer. Indiana/New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, Nerdfighter. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
My friend Kerilyn is just really freaking nice and when she dropped me off just now told me to take care of myself and let her know if I need anything (I just fully stopped taking Zoloft) and it was just really nice and now I’m crying because like people are really nice and supportive and God is so good and just agh.
what i said: i’m not religious
what they heard: babies are so delicious i drink the blood of toddlers every morning and suck out your kid’s soul hail satan
Hiding in the back bedroom reading the book I got from my boyfriend’s parents as a graduation gift. I am so overwhelmed by all the people/sounds that I want to cry. PTSD attaaaaaaack