#*that* is true ‘female’ rage
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koxiia · 7 months ago
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me and who ????? me and WHO ???
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xlcovo · 7 days ago
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“here was the true self i had so desperately hidden.” - no longer human, dazai osamu
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myk444 · 3 months ago
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cinnamorwll · 3 months ago
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it’s a loop
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heartshapelocket · 7 months ago
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angelicxchrryblssm · 14 days ago
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daniluvsyou · 12 days ago
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incel cosplay
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insanefrigidbitch · 5 months ago
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i hate when women apologize…. but i love when men grovel and provide reassurance and affirmation of their feelings 🥰🥰🥰
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gothparishilton · 2 months ago
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d3vdgvrlll · 18 hours ago
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when an emo boy is being mean to me but i have to mog bc he’s hot
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koxiia · 7 months ago
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the tumblr feds pay more attention to me than my own mother (´,,•ω•,,)
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nyrovie-ii · 7 months ago
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Why not in this one?
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literallyd34d · 13 days ago
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wait I’m genuinely curious how old do y’all think I am??
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gloriousgalaxycollection · 3 months ago
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Lead me off this cliff
I feel helpless, my hands tied under your admiring gaze. They’re bleeding from being roped in by your heart, bleeding from all the little cuts of your ignorance. I cannot be your dream when I’m writhing in pain.
You would read that and be offended, feel betrayed, but this isn’t about you. This is about the rope breaking my hands, about the silence I was sworn to, about the truth, about what I have been bred and raised for. This is about the fact that there’s nothing wrong with that. Your protection and shielding have inflicted more damage on me than when I almost got run over by a car when I was twelve, more than when I’d drink myself into a frenzy to forget that my hands were tied. Now I’m on my knees, begging you to slow down, that my arms are straining with trying to keep up with the rope. That I would run and leap and break every single bone in my legs if I could to follow you, but that my head hurts from all the times I threw it against a wall. It hurts from when I would get dizzy just sitting up. That I can’t think hard enough to force my legs to move faster. That I can’t force my arms to bend so that they can stretch out more to reach you, to reach your assuredness, to reach your resilience, to reach your sensitivity.
Don’t you get it?
My soul died that day. I told you that. I meant that. I was yelling, and I never yell. I became someone I’m not because I died that day. And ever since then, I’ve felt like a lifeless corpse. I feel nothing and everything, and I hope I fall off this cliff you’re dragging me over before you realize it.
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itsfunny-bcitstrue · 4 months ago
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laprincessadelmar · 3 months ago
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Can't believe it's ending😔😔
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