I dreamt last night that I was with a random guy dressed in a special Superman outfit that gave him Superman’s powers. We were flying-dancing (I was standing on his feet) to the Beautiful Briny Sea song from Bedknobs and Broomsticks. Batman was below us shaking his fist and trying to get us down while my grandma was standing next to him complimenting our dancing. It was trippy

bakrua:

being mentally ill + suicidal at a young age (before 18) is. strange, because you grow up with this idea that one day you’ll finally snap, turn off, be brave enough to kill yourself, so you don’t really plan for the future. adulthood- further life, it isn’t for you, nor do you feel included within the future of it. it isn’t.. it isn’t part of your life plan.

and then before you know it you’re 18 and you’re an adult but you never thought you’d get this far and sure it’s great that you’re still alive you guess but also. you feel so alone + lost in a world you never expected or planned to be a part of.