Starfleet Command has ordered us to rescue them… captain
Oh god thank fucking christ.
I usually don’t reblog these, but I feel like some of my followers could probably use the reassurance. I definitely have these kinds of thoughts sometimes.
so i’m not crazy for randomly thinking such thoughts? what a relief!
Edgar Allan Poe had a name for it too: The Imp of the Perverse. he compared the impulses to a demon that urges people to do the wrong thing simply because it can be done
The compulsion to jump from high places is called “l’appel du vide" in French. The call of the void. I think it’s specific to that one instance, but I think it’s a cool phrase for this phenomenon in general.
I think about this with random sharp objects laying around, too. “What if I just jammed this into my eye or throat right now? … oh god WHAT.” Just… fucking christ, brain. Don’t.
Reblogging this again because most people don’t/never know how normal these thoughts are, and that can be a major source of stress. It’s okay. You’re okay. Just, you know, don’t follow through on that shit.
Knowing this has been very helpful, as I tend to get anxious in certain types of traffic, and my brain goes instantly to, “AND THAT CAR IS GOING TO KILL YOU.”
No, it’s not, brain. You’re just a shit.
About 75% of the time I am walking down stairs, I imagine myself tumbling down and breaking all my bones.
i was not aware of this
Is that what you think she is? A simple counterbalance?
You stand between me and the recovery of someone for whom I care with all the depth I am capable of mustering.