i destroy everyones dreams in me. or hopes or whatever everyone hates me they should hate me
no because all i do is hurt i just hurt people i stab them like a poisoned knife because they have so many hopes and dreams in me but im not worth any of them i disappoint everyone and if you pull me out you'd die of blood loss or shock or something because i hurt when im pulled out but you have to pull me out i'm some kind of poisoned knife.
no because all i do is hurt i just hurt people i stab them like a poisoned knife because they have so many hopes and dreams in me but im not worth any of them i disappoint everyone and if you pull me out you'd die of blood loss or shock or something because i hurt when im pulled out but you have to pull me out i'm some kind of poisoned knife.
i sink to my knees. your hard work. your dedication. i could never match that. i sink to my knees — you deserve all you have worked for. i do not. slitting throats. blood bubbles down my chin. i cant breathe. perhaps this is all i worked for
I love learning about other culture's Houseguest Protocols but I hate hate hate when they don't match up cause like
I (PNW Canadian, raised with etiquette from my old British great-grandparents) sleeping over: Can I help with dinner. Can I do the dishes. PLEASE let me do something useful. Im sorry I'm here. I can sleep on the floor it's fine. You don't need to cook for me I can go outside and drink pond water. Do you hate me
My friend (Indian, raised by entire extended family in Dubai) hosting me: Why won't you let me feed you. Do you need more coffee. Am I doing something wrong. Do you have enough blankets? I will buy you warmer clothes. Here, you can sleep in my room, I'll take the couch. Why are you crying? Oh God am I a bad host
Girl. You know I love your theories about queer coding in television. But some times those two male characters are stood that close bc they need to get them both in the frame .
.....cause in the end you're always going to be that fat girl who got puberty too young and read in the library and made being smart her whole personality even though she wasn't she was just friendless and fucking annoying and she's on the scale and she's never going to be good enough.
can you feel. the fat. on your body. can you feel it. every time you eat something, you taste the oil in the roof of your mouth. thick, disgusting, something you should've never tasted. feel the oil on your skin, forehead, wipe it off gingerly. can you feel it. the oil, i think about it all the time, thing about it floating in my stomach, its disgusting. every time i eat a cheat food im this much closer to killing myself.
ok well not actually but i am getting there vent stuff under the cut
i guess theres just so many fucking problems in my life, i'm really fucking ugly and i somehow developed a stutter??? so. fuck. during mocks a guy theatened to stalk me and this paired with other general anxiety about exams meant that i FAILED my mocks.and i take such STUPID subjects where the departments arent even WILLING to budge even an INCH. and to make it worse a girl that i thought was my closest friend ever BETRAYED me to someone she met like 8 months ago like im not even joking. and a situation with friends which was blown out of proportion by me just made me panick attack more and UGHJLSKCLSKCD im doneim done i tell you IM DONE.
me mashing eliot and paul together like barbie dolls like,, the CHEMISTRY the DRAMA the INTIMACY the TRUST (or the assumption of such) like!! youre so stronggggg~ and that VERY LONG VERY INTENSE HANDHOLDING SESH