It’s My Mental Illness And I Get To Pick The Coping Mechanism 😩💫

Sophie. ⭐️

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welcome to my crack au where everything was fine and nothing bad ever happened to anyone

My friend works two jobs and doesn’t tend to specify which one he’s talking about, so he’ll say stuff like “a lady died at work today” and the rest of us have to play a fun little game called Nursing Home Or Yankee Candle.

They always say, Memento mori , remember you will die (as if we ever forget)

Death is loud, death shows up uninvited, sits at the table and pours you your tea.

But no one taught us how to live, how to hold hands like lifelines, how to kiss like there’s a clock ticking, how to laugh without guilt when the world’s still burning so I write this for you

Memento vivere.

Remember to live.

Touch your friends' faces like art, cry in the supermarket if you need to, take pictures of the sky, text first, say “I miss you” even if your voice shakes. The end is coming, sure...but that’s not the point. The point is you’re here. You woke up again. Your lungs worked. Your heart didn’t forget how to sing.

Memento vivere.

Carve it somewhere soft, say it like a spell, say it until it sticks.

Sometimes I worry that I feel things too deeply, like maybe I am too soft for this world, too easily moved by the way someone says my name gently or remembers my favorite song. I get attached to moments, like the way sunlight hit my wall that one afternoon or the sound of someone’s laugh when they’re not holding anything back. I notice these small, quiet things and they stay with me. I carry them like little treasures in my pockets.

I think I just…want to be someone who means something good, not in a big, dramatic way, just…in the way someone might think of me and feel warm, like, “oh. she made me feel safe.” or “they understood me when i didn’t even know how to explain.” I don’t always get it right. I stumble over my words. I overthink. I get overwhelmed and quiet but my heart is always in it, even when I don’t know how to show it properly.

I'm not perfect. I cry at silly things. I get shy when I care too much. but I promise,

If I love you, I love you with everything that is both broken and too heavy to carry, an affection that feels like a burden I cannot set down, yet can never bear to lose.

Caitlyn Poster and Mockup

I like this one a lot, y'all. I'm low-key proud of myself, especially the saying on the right. I cooked with that one lol. My room and study are about to be filled with all the posters I've done so far. Im gonna redo Vi's and maybe do a Jinx and Ekko poster, then move on to do a caitvi and meljay posters.

ps I also got something cooking for Ambessa. Pss Inspo from Pinterest, but I couldn't find the actual designer. Psss Ignore the typo on steady on the right. I fixed it on my end,lol.

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.