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Spiral Caused by A Split Soul

I feel numb, I feel empty

I feel as if I'm gone.

I feel as if the day has gotten away from me.

I feel as if I'm done.

My soul feels battered and bruised.

It feels miserable.

It feels shattered, it feels abused.

It feels as if the pain is visceral.

My body feels split. Like two different beings.

If the other half is happy, what does that make me?

It feels like there's no longer meaning.

It feels like pure misery.

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if only i could hit ‘undo’

on everything i said to you

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luz: *knows.*

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using this acc bc im messing w a moot on my main rn but REAL.!

I hate being asexual sometimes why can’t I just be normal

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you changed.

for the better, you changed.

i can’t forgive you.

people claim they’ve never seen you act rude.

i still remember the bruises.

people claim you’re one of the nicest people they know.

i still remember the hurt.

three years i endured, for what?

to be ignored, even now, afraid the the ghost of who you were will come to attack me.

mister australia, stop haunting me.

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i would lay here forever, bleeding into this shallow puddle,

dirty brown water and my dark red blood beginning to muddle.

with you knelt over me, looking into my pale and lifeless eyes,

the same grim look on your face, the one you'd have when you told lies.

for i am addicted to your poisonous love, your  deadly kiss, you make my mind go blurry and fill with mist,

the rough touch of your chapped lips, your soft breath against my skin, the burning sensation of your cold fist.

-mars

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When i cough, i cough up blood, you say i'm dying, then cover it up.

Drop me into a burial at sea, tell them it was such a tragedy.

You stick around and weigh me down like a stone that never breaks the waters tension. And if you hate me, you never mention.

Though neither do i, spilling slick lies like a lilypad that sways side to side.

Water turns into wine, i drink you like whiskey and cough you up, knowing i'll never be done.

I drown in the pain that raised me, by the hands of the person who made me.

- runar

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erased.

you think yourself above the queers.

you hate them but still see them as real.

but when i come to you as ace

suddenly, i’ve been erased.

i’m scared, i’m worried, i’m paranoid

of people hurting me, “being boys.”

but i’m queer, whether you like it or not.

no i'm not gay

i’m not bi

i’m not pan, or omni

but i’m ace.

and i refuse to be erased.

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my mouth is tied

with the strings of helplessness

where do I run to

where do I hide

i can never speak up

never speaking my mind

where do I run to

where do I hide

i'm scared to speak the truth

in fear of hurting you

who do I run to

where do I hide

you are my safety

you are my home

who do I run to

cause i don't want to hurt you

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lil adhd shitpost/poem

mom interrupts me working on homework and asks me to clean my room

cleaning leads to playing guitar

guitar leads to writing

writing leads to reading

reading leads to plotting cosplays

plotting leads to a closet reorganization

while organizing i realize i never ate dinner.

i leave the mess.

returning to the mess leads to cleaning

cleaning leads to playing with toys from when i was five

toys add to the mess

the bigger mess leads to overwhelm

overwhelm leads to doom scroll

scrolling leads to napping

now mother, how the fuck am i supposed to have time to do my homework?

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My little sibling wrote this, and I thought it explained my ADD brain super well 👀

“My mind is a strainer. Yes, that means much what is poured in is quickly lost. But unlike all you bowls out there, it makes sure to leave only the things I need the most.

You can keep your oil, you can keep your sauce, I'm sure you find it fine. No doubt that fluff serves its purpose in your fancy little mind.

But don't you diss my strainer, it does its job quite swell. You may like your pretty bowl, but my strainer fits me well.”

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Attention. Deficit. Hyperactivity. Disorder.

I can be Anxious, Doubtful, Hopeful, Depressed — all in the time it takes me to dress. I feel Amazing, Dreary, Hopeless and Dope — all mixed together, so how do I cope? Not Ambitious, Decisive, Happy or Deep — some days all I do is sit here and weep. I’m Achy, Damaged, Habitual, Daft — I wonder how long this will sit in my drafts? I’m Average, Defensive, Huffy and Droll — I want to know more now, I’m searching my soul. I’m Awkward, Delicate, feel Hapless and Dense — when will this start to make some sort of sense? I feel Annoying, Different, Honest and Dark — life has a great way of leaving its mark…

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SOMEONE DRAW THIS AS JAMES POTTER AND SIRIUS BLACK RIGHT NOW

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bro i left to send a text and wanted to check tumblr rq before going to bed and i genuinely was so happy when i saw all the notifs from u 🥹

👀

i see u stalkin my blog

ty for the validation it’s very appreciated 🥹🥹

Hiiiiii

You’re so sweet :0

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someday all my friends will die

and i very selfishly hope i beat them to it

because i know i’d spiral down in my head

if any of them left

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twig

looking in the mirror, sometimes i hate who i see.

i hate that i can see every vertebrate through my shirt and how they don’t line up right.

i hate that i can feel every piece of my knee just by putting my hand there.

the blue veins that pop up over the bones on my freakishly thin hands.

“i wish i had that problem” some tell me.

“it can’t be that hard to fix though” others say.

“that’s invalidating people who do struggle” even more scold.

but i struggle too.

and i struggled before in the way you want me to.

would my struggle be enough if i died from it?

would you even care if i did?

no.

because apparently hating the way you appear is only okay if you’re not built like a twig.

and i used to think so too.

so i know what you think.

you want to be skinny so you tell me i’m not allowed to hate myself for it.

but what you don’t realize is you want to be skinny, not twiggy

because nobody likes someone who’s twiggy.

and nobody likes being twiggy either.