#CantSleep

[jinxziie]

shoes on the bed is crazy but tbh she can do whatever she wants ehehe 😍🤭

[cloudsjulett]

[velvetspacequeen]

Can’t sleeep

[eizzhah]

(a bit nsfw? idk just some fuzz) sleep deprived brain rotted 1 am doodle. tgirl booobie ohnn swag doodle the next time i pick up my pencil. prolly.

[sammodoll]

If the nightmares continue I just might lose every bit of my mind that I have left.

[lintu-potter]

Wen u just can't sleep, but u kno uv got an early day at work in the mornin

[doctorbilliam]

Welcome to, welp that album triggers bad memories volume 6.

[latebloomer19]

It’s fucking 12:56 am...

Can’t fucking sleep. stupid coke.

[eric-sadahire]

Her snuggling up: Can't sleep?

Me: Kinda worried about the rats

The rat warriors in my vents preparing for a raid: He sleeps with the woman. Shall we attack?

Veteran rat: I... used to be young once. Let us have one night of peace.

Rat: But the ch-

Veteran rat: Damn the cheese!

[senterami]

man, I wish I could find the ishdon yuri squidbob post again

[inge-universe]

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[pleasenophotographs]

love and hate hold the same place

April 17, 2023.

LOve and hate hold the same place.

Some days im sinking, rarely swimming,

Some days I'm drowning, but most nights they feel the same.

I’ll wake up one day, and forget orange is your favorite color. One day I'll forget our first fight. One day, like devils advocate, I'll forget the first time we made up. Our life, too chaotic chasing tails, became just a memory to save ourselves. The best high became the worst withdrawal. Flies in my eyes, bugs in my spine. Fiending for more. Nothing no more to find.

I hope to forget, and remember more. The night I hit you, stuck in my brain. I'll never forget that, like your name. The second time you hit me, I want to still protect your name. Choreographed into my own faults. My pride drops, because when you kiss someone and their breath smells like comfort and gives your lungs air you get put into a spell, forget all red that clogs up the love colored hue. Stuck in the past of yesterday, hopefully I will get my favorite song back. Playing it, while the ghost of you sits on display is more aggravating than anything and all else I could say. Marlboro reds, sit like ash. They make me think of you. Burned my throat, but the addiction got me in a chokehold bad. Moved into a new place, and you tainted that place. Screamed and yelled, paintings thrown to the kitchen ground. Sugar spilled over the tile, bangs on my bathroom door. If that was the last time I saw you, is it wrong of me to still confess and say I hug you maybe a bit longer? Tighter, I don’t know. I'll hopefully let this go. I will forget our springs. Forget our winters too. Remember the smell of liquor, and foil but not much left in between. Was this real? I won’t lie, reality is somehow twisted to me. I am never alone, you are long gone but you sit in my corners, cracks, in spiders, the damn dust, but I know you are not coming back. Don’t think I miss you, I actually hate you more than that. Love and hate look the same to me now looking back. 

[vermillie]

Billie Eilish is a 68 year old demon who makes soundtracks to slit your wrists to.

[tmarshconnors]

Another Night with Insomnia

It’s 4:00 a.m., and here I am, dead tired but somehow still wide awake. I can feel the exhaustion sinking into my bones, but my mind's buzzing away, running laps around random thoughts as if it's an over-caffeinated insomniac on a mission. This is one of those nights, and it’s times like this that make me hate insomnia.

I mean, I've tried all the tricks people swear by, from hot drinks to mind games where I count down from 100 (as if that ever works). And yet, here I am, the clock ticking away as if to remind me that every second awake now means an even harder morning later. Fun, right?

The worst part of insomnia is this endless, surreal stretch where the night feels like it might never end. Everything’s quiet too quiet, even, but there’s a heaviness to it. It's like the whole world is asleep, the clock is judging me, and my brain is out here drafting a mental essay on whatever nonsense it’s decided matters at this hour.

I know I’ll eventually fall asleep, probably just in time to feel groggy and irritated when the alarm finally goes off. But for now, I guess I’ll just sit here and try to make sense of the strange gift of a sleepless night. Maybe there’s something to it after all thoughts find clarity in the oddest hours, but not when you’re begging for it. At least the stars are still out, and in this silence, I might find a way to steal a few more winks before the day finally starts.

[thedevilinnme]

Can’t sleep, someone ask me stuff