even looking back on my own posts or memories, I miss you so much, I wish we could’ve been by your side, it was so unfair for you to be alone
I miss the person who lives across the street who was the sweetest person you could ever me; with a cute dog to be by her side
I miss the person who watched over us despite their age
I miss the person who’d I see every day to walk their dog, the person I’d come over every day to help out
you were getting up there in age, it was really sad to watch when things got worse; I never wanted to leave you hanging and I would always take him for walks despite you telling me it’s okay
I wanted to do anything I could for you; I wish you could join us on holiday dinners, I know it was a bit difficult, so we brought it to you
I keep replaying your voicemail, it was something so basic but just it being your voice and you makes me cry, it makes me hurt, it makes me miss you so god damn much
May we meet again
Can someone please legitimately tell me how to cut deeper or the best ways to k*ll myself? /gen /srs
Pls dont report, this is my only safe space to fully speak out
Also please don't try to talk me out of any of this. Thank you.
OH FUCK NO
DISNEY REUPLOADS, A YOUTUBE CHANNEL THAT POSTED EACH AND EVERY EPISODE OF BOTH PHINEAS AND FERB AND MILO MURPHY'S LAW FOR FREE, GOT TERMINATED ON YOUTUBE
THEY LASTED A YEAR.
REST IN PEACE, FALLEN SOLDIER. YOU WERE MUCH APPRECIATED.
We had to make a Goosebumps book cover for class....I was so ready to do Psychonauts. What I was NOT ready for was all the dang teeth I had to paint. The teacher REALLY liked it though, so yay? Good grade? -wheeze-
+animated version even if gif destroys the image qualityyyyy
Trying to make sense while on drugs is.. difficult.
always thinking about this poem i wrote at 20 years old before i knew i was nonbinary:
When I was eight years old, sitting in the bathtub in my almost-too-small-because-you’re-growing-faster-than-the-other-girls bathing suit, my mother taught me three things. Shivering beneath her touch, she slid a cheap pink razor up my leg. This was lesson one, Your skin is meant to be smooth. My mouth was hot with a heavy tongue when I asked why, and she taught me lesson two, It’s what women do. I felt a sting, my skin arguing against her with a thin red line that mixed with the shaving cream, turning it pink. My eyes began to well, begging to spill over and heal my deserted, naked, angry skin, but I was brave. In the smallest whisper, she taught me lesson three, Sometimes being a woman hurts. She finished in silence, took a plastic cup from the kitchen, filled it with warm water, washed me with the consequences of becoming. The water turned body into enemy, razor into machete, blood into war paint. In the bathtub, blood sliding down the bare leg of a woman, eyes swimming with the tears of a girl, my mother taught me and I listened.
straight up haven’t done homework in like 2 weeks (and then 2 weeks before that too) and I know i need to do it right this second i can’t afford to not do anything but i can’t even move off the ground rn mentally or physically. god fucking help me
Hey can I ask some advice from y’all with more experience than me?
So I’ve been having issues with digestion(resulting in a lot of diarrhea and abdominal cramps and bloating and acidic burps) and also issues with pain management while walking(hip and lower back pain that makes it hard to move, stand, etc, esp on my left leg)
And I’m a minor living with emotionally and financially abusive parents, so going to a doctor or using mobility aids aren’t really options, or at least easy options
Advice for managing pain and symptoms?
oh so theres a chance i might need to go in to get my blood work done for fibro bc my gp mentioned its a possibility hmmmmmmm
the notation of seemingly significant omens, a silver tongue, tall tales spoken by elders through the great mother tongue, a dialect of silence, a translinguistic communication of mind, endlessly reflecting the elegance of youthful tears & fears, through the carnival refractions, the many cardinal errors, vast hallways of opalescent loss, plaguing the minded, the sacred soliloquies of the darkened ghostly figures, hollow clockmakers, creatures of the abysmal artifice, dimensional contortionists, darkened ghastly vapours, dwelling beyond the mundane reality, an endless void, both infinity & eternity, birthed through the seamless, the one without the second, blessed with vermilion, an allure of great majesty, etched upon such frail manuscript; another bloodborne ascension, another conjoined nightmare.
the bug eyed addict is what we object to; slammed to infinity.
> be me, lying on my stomach in bed, eating a lil snacky snack
> brush crumbs off bed after eating snacky snack
> open morning medicine and dump it in a lil pile on my bed
> get distracted by a YouTube video
> forget I already brushed away the crumbs
> proceed to slap my morning meditation to kingdom come
> pills go behind the bed and nightstand
> I take the two pills that remain on the bed and continue to watch YouTube
How's your day going? 🙃
It’s time to normalize women taking paid days off for their menstruation. 🙏🏼
oh hi periods-induced suicidal thoughts it’s been a long time!
you’re fucked up in the head, frankie