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I have watched this often: it’s my new happy place. I’m gonna spread it on everything. Get inspired. Continue reading When it’s good, it’s good.
I have watched this often: it’s my new happy place. I’m gonna spread it on everything. Get inspired. Continue reading When it’s good, it’s good.
My mother once told me that self-inflicted wounds get no sympathy. She was probably trying to inspire a stiff upper lip as I faced unpleasant consequences, but it’s a philosophy I’ve never been able to get behind. Our most grievous wounds are often self-inflicted (unless we’re unfortunate enough to be involved in a natural disaster or alien invasion) and they need all the sympathy in … Continue reading What do you think about sympathy?
Trigger warning: it’s long. Also, it’s possible I’m blunt. I was eleven once upon a time, though it’s far enough in the past to refer to as a lifetime ago. Eleven was an important year in my scheme of things. Much happened. I realized my fat legs were destroying any hope I had for a good life, for one thing. [i] Of lesser import was … Continue reading Sometimes, all you need is a sheet mask and a bath bomb.
“Maladaptive daydreaming has been the subject of a series of previous studies. Somer and colleagues found that maladaptive daydreaming is characterized by extensive daydreaming that occupies many hours per day, causes significant subjective distress and interferes with function, and is accompanied by extensive comorbidity. It can be differentiated from normal daydreaming with both self‐report measures and a structured interview that incorporates proposed diagnostic criteria for … Continue reading When I maladaptively daydream, I kick ass.