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I am slightly mystified by the way people occasionally call me up when they’re freaking out over work and want someone to talk it through with them. It’s happened twice in the last week.
I enjoy it, and I’m glad and happy that sometimes I can help make things seem a little bit better, but really. Where do they get this impression of me?
(via designlikeyougiveafuck)
I just got birthday packages from my sister (yay!) and they’re addressed in her writing but my name is spelt wrong.
This makes no sense. I can’t even call her up to thank her and mock her because she’s abroad.
I’m so confused.
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Time has been passing so slowly this past couple of days. I can’t work out why.
The human heart stripped of fat and muscle, with just the angel veins exposed.
So cool!
This really makes me wish someone would explain to me properly what is happening to my heart. I guess it’s getting stronger, but… what about all this delicacy?
“I’m sitting here casting my ‘shadow’.”
An absolutely amazing sculpture made by Rook Floro
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Assignment: to read up on shadow selves, and on Jung’s ideas generally.
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The foundation trust responsible for mental health care around here (and whose resources I have been consuming recently) just sent me an advance decision form.
I’m not entirely sure what to make of this.