#* THE SAD TRUTH {vent}

[stealingyourbones]

Gotta love when folks write Superman incredibly anti-clone even though he had good reason in the beginning to Not Like Superboy (HES A WINDOW INTO WHAT CLARK WOULD HAVE BEEN WITHOUT THE KENTS) and decide that forever on he’ll be spiteful towards clones even though he literally Does Not Care if you’re a clone unless you’re Superboy.

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

[gr3n0nion]

I don’t want to die like this.

I don’t want to die in my favorite hoodie, wrapped up tight and warm—like the hugs my mother used to give before I made the mistake of being a person outside of those hugs. You can go back. That scares me. Because sometimes I mess up and regressing has been taken from me so I trudge onward.

I don’t want to die with my legs covered in scars—old, thin little worms that I’d made in another life. Scars from tripping, scars from my picking, scars from slicing. Scars scars scars. I can never take them back. Never go back. I can’t go back. Take me back back back. I want to be an infant again. New. Fresh. Immaculate. Unweathered and undamaged.

I don’t want to die while I love you. Please do something despicably terrible so that I have no choice but to despise you. Please hit me, kill me, kiss me, touch me. Do something with so much violence that I have no choice but to curl in on myself so all you feel are quills. I don’t want to die knowing that your life will forever be changed and ruined by me. You told me once that the first person you ever dated was one like me. I think they died but you don’t ever talk about them. We don’t ever have real talks, and I’m a terrible liar. I fake anger, bitterness—because I think it’s easier for you to digest than sorrow. You know anger. I know anger. We grew with it because we grew with fathers and fathers are anger incarnate. We know throwing and hitting and spitting and pushing. Slaps to the arms, legs. Wooden, plastic sticks. Bruises. But I told myself it was my fault for bruising, my skin was too soft. So I let the scars fester so the bruises would look much less obvious. It must’ve been my fault for getting hit too hard.

I don’t want to die with a lie on my lips.

One day they’ll bury me under someone else’s headstone and you’ll be trapped, unsure of how much of my brain you’re allowed to spill. My writing will die with my brain and will quickly fizzle out of memories.

I don’t want to die a little girl.

But right now, I’m not much of a girl.

Perhaps I can pretend, if only for a moment.

That God doesn’t hate the self executing.

[lufronus]

In the end I will always be too much for everyone, no matter how much they claim to love me

[ang3xxx]

I didn't go to school for 2 whole days bcs I genuinely didn't have the energy to get out of bed and today I only have 3 hours of class and then nothing else to do but I still don't wanna go :( my bed is my home and I don't wanna get out but I have to my mom won't be happy if I miss school again

[omori-headspace]

tw: implied hanging + murder.

you shouldn't have looked back.

[savage-rhi]

A very deep magenta.

[a-j-s-the-only]

you haunt me in forms of touches

smells food shirts shorts those outfits the wall color the texture of the ceiling scars sounds that one song playing the blade i first picked up voices parties people buildings dreams nightmares my bed my closet my carpet my body my mind my church

you haunt me in every place I should feel safe

[yikes-ajax-thats-sad]

People really think trust issues are just "aww they're scared of love" and it's like bitch no. Trust issues as in I'm deeply in love and the issue is I'm waiting for you break my heart after undergoing periodic abuse in relationships. I'm not scared of love I'm scared of what you'll do with it.

[full-of-pain]

[wyrm-with-a-why]

Unfortunately for me I’m easily manipulated

[bunnyburrowsys]

i despise those who say taco is an abuser and then don't listen to those who try to say their point of view

"im not reading that" go fuck yourself then.

(this is about a certain microphone fan that i will not name but if you know, you know)

(and NOT targeted at any of my moots i will love and cherish you till the end of my days istg)

Fronting: Lollipop ~ She/He | Julius [He/They/Mew]

(lolli is the one who's typing she's uh filled with hatred and anger)

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

If only i did stand up for myself with the same strength and conviction i recall when standing up for the people i love, maybe i wouldn't be doing that bad right now.

[gr3n0nion]

And when the rapture comes,

The sun will bleed like an aching v*gina.

Spreading the fear of womanhood

Birthing new demons.

I will stare straight up and I will burn—

my eyes into it’s c*nt.

And god, I’ll emerge from the fire

A new baby, born again.

[rainywhispersblog]

Just realized I don't just self-harm physically...I do so mentally and emotionally. Every time the going is really good, and things are looking up, I destroy it in some way.. like there's a part of me that has to destroy the happiness I'm finally able to feel. I hate this.

[audreyrose7]

There was a phase in my deconstruction when I was solidly starting to question everything and even as I kept moving forward I still wanted to go back, it's really hard to leave what you know and what you're used to. I wanted what was familiar, I wanted the answers that I've trusted my whole life to stay true, but they simply aren't! I don't think we're talking about it enough, how sad it is to leave Christianity when you really never wanted to you just wanted the truth!