#I REGRET YOU ALL THE TIME

[astrangerlately]

[theirsweetestsymphony]

my hobbies include listening to a song on repeat until it makes me cry

[estah-5]

Me patiently waiting for another swiftie tlt fan to make a griddlehark animatic with would've could've should've because I can't draw for my life but I've seen the potential of this fandom and this song screams reverend daughter Harrowhark Nonagesimus

[aotgylbs]

and i damn sure never would've danced with the devil

...at thirty...

[put-me-in-a-field-with-daisies]

I regret you all the time.

[chaossmagic]

i thought anti-hero was the song that hits me hardest on midnights but it’s actually....would’ve, could’ve, should’ve

[cursed-man-prayers]

it should be illegal for me to drive while listening to would’ve could’ve should’ve

[cheapfakeblood]

i thought of the stone-cold statue i thought i loved. i sent this in. in the thirty seconds it took for me to type it out, i realized i never figured out how to love anyone at all.

i also made this playlist to really carry my point across

[hahahahanna]

If you ever consider texting your ex, read this entry from my journal written soon before I broke up with mine.

Disclaimer/context: this was years ago. I was young and struggled coming to the decision to break up. It is angsty, but it's a good reminder when I start romanticising some of the memories too much - we were far from perfect, and that pain still sometimes haunts me, years later.

Am I missing something...? Where is this sadness coming from?

It's difficult to find my place knowing none of them are home.

Hurt.

Happens all the time. Failed expectations. The sole fact that expectations exist can cause hurt.

Wishes, dreams. What do I really want? I keep missing something. And having too much of other things.

I just really want to find something of my own. Something for myself. Not entertainment. Not time spent alone. I just want my everyday to be truly mine. Not adapted to others and their needs.

At some point what I want and what others want for me have gone in different directions.

Feeling the weight of the expectations of others weigh down on my shoulders, I started to seek routine. So that my everyday melts into one long drag of repetitive events. So that it becomes hard to separate one day from another.

My expectations? I suppose I have to rethink them. Because it turns out, being in a relationship with someone faithful who respects me isn't enough. I want more. I want to be happy to see a new message. I want to anticipate the next time we see each other. I don't have such feelings now. At some point, something stopped working, I don't know when. And since then, I haven't felt anything good.

Regret. Because coming back to our apartment abroad will be delayed. Will I even get to go back? Probably just to pack my stuff. And maybe say bye to my friends.

Guilt. Because I'm dragging this out, and delaying a result we'll get to anyway.

[yorktaylor]

years of tearing down our banners, you and i

[spectra-s-writings]

i was the reason why

i sometimes want to ask you how could you have dared touching me, but then i remember i was the reason why. i let you. i gave you my consent without any hesitation or second thought. and it's so hard not to blame you for not seeing through my lies that i actually never wanted you. how could you have not understood i was lying so hard i even lied to myself? how could you have not read my subconscious? yeah, it's not really your fault I guess. yet i can't bring myself to really forgive you. I can't help but want to cry and scream and throw up on your face and tear up your whole body because damn, how could you do this? how could you steal my innocence? how could i have let myself in your hands when i clearly never wanted you? how could i have forced my mind to like you just for what, some company? validation? merely infatuation? don't you dare telling me you loved me, we know we never loved each other. i used to cling onto you in hope you'd save me from my darkness - you never did, you just pushed me deeper into it. how could you do this to me, the tiny little nineteen year old me? i want to tie you on a chair and yell at your face "GIVE IT BACK. GIVE IT BACK TO ME. MY FEELINGS, MY TRUST, MY FAITH, MY HOPES, MY DREAMS. GIVE THEM ALL BACK TO ME."

i hate to think about you touching me. it feels so gross and disgusting, and sometimes i even want to tear off my skin. i hate that you used to put your fingers on me. i hate that i used to touch and please you. i feel awful and soiled. let me puke in your mouth just once so that you'll feel how i feel. let me rip you apart. let me make you bleed - for all the girls you've hurt, for all the ones you will hurt, for the younger me that you've hurt.

let me warn your new girl about how disguting you are.

[kaywrites23]

I’ve always had an imagination. It’s always been the thing I love most about myself. The thing that made me feel separate from everyone else.

But I know with every piece of my being, I hadn’t imagined what we had.

The stolen glances.

The passionate kisses.

The unspoken I love you’s.

I hadn’t imagined the love that we shared-

But I wish I did.

[mycastlecrumbl]

this took an emotionally devastating turn that im still reeling from

[chalkrub]

autumnal chill....featuring the girl

[chloesimaginationthings]

The Afton kids deserved better in FNAF..