#I feel raw and exposed

[tigerpeachs]

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[canisalbus]

I swapped them around in a silly doodle

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[andoutofharm]

pete sitting down while patrick sings heaven, iowa

fob dallas (6/28/23, photos mine)

[nugatorysheep]

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This damn comic is fucking A N C I E N T but as far as like, the content of it- not necessarily the art because I always hate my older art, but the presentation, what is objectively here- still feels right to me, so I'm sharing it. again

[void-and-virtue]

Thinking about Neil’s anger. Thinking about Neil’s jealousy. Thinking about emotions beyond ugly and raw bleeding right out of him the second he lets his mask slip even just a millimeter.

Thinking about how what Neil perceives as miasma hanging over him acts like a breath of life to Andrew’s drowning. Thinking about how everyone expects them to cover each other in bile and guts until they’re both festering even worse than before and that’s not what happens. Thinking about how when they look at each other in the aftermath of their poking and prodding, it’s with the most rotten parts of themselves on display, but those parts have finally been drained and what’s left might just get the chance to heal.

[tubelight-404]

FIRST TIME GIVES INEFFABLE HUSBANDS VIBES AND I DONT THINK I CAN HANDLE IT 😭😭😭

[transimailisa]

genuinely love that the loyal pin has an approach to how misogyny can be the root of homophobia especially lesbophobia in that case

[itshomobirb]

pro: found a therapist with openings who takes my insurance

con: the idea of having to talk with someone about my issues has me wanting to gnaw my arm off

[mossbabie]

🎃

[josiebelladonna]

The humidity hit us over the head with the heavy feeling that a rainstorm was upon us. I looked over at him and the way that he kept his shirt open to show off that big sliver of his chest to me. He kept his sunglasses on over his face, even though the dark gray clouds were coming in over us. His hair twirled in the slight breeze around us; a few tendrils cascaded down onto his bare chest. I looked down at his stomach and his hips, especially once he raised his gaze to the big clouds over us.

“Miami…” he muttered, and he clasped a hand to his head. I couldn’t stop looking at his chest, at the shape of his body and his hips in particular. It was going to drive me up the wall if I said nothing.

“Alex,” I started.

He dropped his gaze back to me, and he parted his lips by a hair.

“I need to tell you something,” I began, and I ran my fingers through my hair.

“Go ahead,” he nudged me, and he raised his eyebrows at me. He tucked his thumbs into the belt loops over the crests of his hips.

“God… you are just so… shapely…” I said, and I could feel myself completely losing it. Alex lowered his mirrored sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to where I could only see the tops of his eyes from behind those lenses.

I moved in closer to him, and I lifted a hand to his chest to feel him. But I kept my hand off his chest just because I didn’t know if he was ready for me to touch him yet.

[rasairui]

Looking back on my mental health feels really surreal. Like I'm not about to go on an anti medication rant, I still do want to be medicated just on. Different stuff. The worst I've ever been was about three years ago when I had a severe reaction to a medicine I was prescribed (so severe that I had a seizure and developed a tic disorder, but we didn't figure out that's where it came from until later. Yay minor neurological damage) and my psych did not listen when I told him it made me feel like shit so I just stopped taking it cold turkey. Then it came out one of the meds I was on significantly raises your chances of dementia if used regularly, which I had for five fucking years so I cut out that one too. So yeah I really feel like that initial bad reaction + quitting two medications really fucked me up and it's taken 3 years to get back to any sort of baseline.

And maybe I do have a bias against medication now, I haven't thought about that much. But I also do think I'm feeling and doing better now that I'm not taking anything. Don't think it's a long term solution, I'm still very much unwell but I'm not anywhere near where I was and that's a relief. Idk if I have a point I just realized I've gone weeks without any tics and my old triggers don't do anything to me anymore. It's pretty much something that only happens if I'm having a full-blown meltdown now. It's a big deal to me that just a couple years ago my tics were severe enough that I'd have to pull over and I was always worried about having another seizure. I'm glad I never did and it's surreal feeling confident enough to say I don't think I ever will.

[itspileofgoodthings]

things I want to be all the time: gracious, smiling, perfectly understanding, a little bit detached, all-knowing, all-seeing, everything to everybody

things I am not: any of those things because I am a real fucking human being

[sprouttheambassador]

as someone who just shaved their legs after 4+ years (i know i'm sorry it'll be back in 2 days) i am genuinely baffled that some people shave on the grounds of sensory reasons. 2 me this is sensory nightmare

[twowink]

i haaate it when freaks have good writing <- she is rereading the same five normal and mostly sfw fics by this one author that she has major writing style envy for

[davepetea]

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