Can Not Talk To People Without Psychosis Their Ideas Of Persecutory Delusions Are So BORING Where Is
can not talk to people without psychosis their ideas of persecutory delusions are so BORING where is the drama “euegehwgwhw people are talking about me behind my back :( the government is spying on me!” bitch theres a giant evil centipede with a humans face that can turn into your carpet at will and she is living in ur room.
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I hate that I’m mentally ill enough to be hospitalized for life when I’m off my meds. I hate that I’m always so tempted to get off them despite this awareness

home of french ceramic artist marguerite carbonell (1910-2008) world of interiors Oct 07
My mind has found its sense
Step outside your charcoal eyes and fall for lust
For the only torture of this life is the slow burn of time
Would they still call it disease
If they saw what you’ve learned?
Stop to see the thermions
Flying right out of your baking body
Watching the hot flares disgorge from your tingling skin
Would they still call it pain
If they knew how alive I am?
This is a real light, not new pain
Danger and impact are but ideas
So let your conscience fail
Do you understand now?
noo dont trigger a psychotic episode in yourself your so sexy aha