#I removed her to my bed
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
mirrorofliterature · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
why is one cat (W) sitting on my other cat (T) who was just peacefully sitting in the cat tree sleeping and SHE (W) is the one growling
like darling you're heavy as shit stop sitting on your friend
15 notes · View notes
ef-1 · 11 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
girlhood
#i have to fly out to capetown to see mother and im literally debating if i could land in the morning and leave at night on the same day#like. anything longer than that is going to ruin my year.#when she called and did her “katherine. you have to be here on the 10th” i literally sobbed in my bed for the rest of the day 😍😍😍#not dyeing my hair black for a year and its getting lighter and lighter everyday and i look like her again#and my therapist telling me “you need to do things for yourself.” but like can i? sorry that woman traumatised me and i actually cant :)#like everything i do is informed by her#I'm going to go and just like everytime the only way to keep my sanity is to mirror her. talk and sit and speak and read and eat like her#and its such a terrifying experience bc i remember that im capable of emulating her viciousness and maybe i am my mother's daugher 🤢🤢🤢#and im going to come back and its going to take fucking months for me to feel like myself again#“oh you look so beautiful just like your mother” i hope you DIE lol !!! the fact that my conception of beauty was shaped by her#growing up with this cruel beautiful detached woman and realising that at the intersection of beauty and wickness is a lifetime of pain#and still being so desperate for her approval- for any metaphysical proximity to her that i felt elated when#people would tell me i look like her. that it meant i was also beautiful like her and maybe she'll love me a little for it#but now i know for a fact that i do look like her and it makes saliva swell under my tongue - that moment right before you throw up-#when people mention it 😍#last time i was in capetown my optic neuritis flared up (and i know for a fact it was that it was ms-stress related from having to see her)#and i thought i hid it so well even though i had near constant headaches & lethargy until she said “katherine give me the red notebook”#and i knew that she knew all along. it was so acutely humiliating standing there and knowing she knows i cant see which one is the red one#and she tilted her head and said “whats the matter? do you not know what red looks like?”#im never going to have kids. my mother and i read eachother so well it can only mean im never too far removed from becoming her#lol!!!!!!!!!
52 notes · View notes
electoons · 1 month ago
Text
I'm gonna kms someone at work got me sick. and it's my BIRTHDAY
10 notes · View notes
greatestwizardofthisage · 6 months ago
Text
if i were smarter i would make a post about how a lot of dungeon meshi can serve as a metaphor for how important community is when living with a disability but im not smart so you’ll just have to take my word for it
11 notes · View notes
something2believe · 7 months ago
Text
rare touched by human kindness moment 🥹❣️
7 notes · View notes
spardante · 2 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
THIS IS WHO HE IS AT HIS CORE:  A MAN WHO GIVES OTHERS THE BENEFIT OF THE DOUBT. his heart has been warring between cold blue-gray hesitancy & the fervid desire to help. what could he have done? refuse his ex-friend a safe place to land, leave her to roam these streets, hunted by the very people who want her gone? the same streets where every corner breathes the decay of crime, where one wrong move could seal her fate? Dick is not stupid — he’d seen the headlines, the seedy rumors circulating her name, all twisted around the brutal killing of a corporate giant whose hands were no cleaner than her own. whether she did it or not, he isn’t one hundred percent sure. all he knows is that she cannot afford to be seen; the city is too eager to paint her guilty. in his apartment, she’s safe from prying eyes & suspicious glances.
what’s a little more danger when he’s already neck-deep in it? after all, Dick’s always had a knack for turning the tables, for finding a way to make the chaos work in his favor.
he returns home via the well-loved fire escape. it feels as though he is suspended in some disorienting dream until he presses down on his shoulder, where he feels the telltale throb of a bruise forming. he grounds himself in the reality of pain. frustration gnaws at him; unbidden, his thoughts has wandered during patrol, and that distraction has cost him. tonight’s rewards are sore muscles, stiff joints, and the odd bruise. lately, there’s another constant reminder of this new chapter: an extra toothbrush sits in the holder on his bathroom counter, right next to his own. a spare key is on the hook by the door, ready for hands that aren’t his. there’s even a row of notes, tacked to the fridge with mismatched magnets, reminders of his schedule scribbled hastily but left intentionally, each one proof that he’s not in this alone.
absentmindedly, he scratches the underside of Haley’s chin, the spoiled pup responding with eager nudges for more.  ❛ You two had any fun while I was gone? ❜  he says, gaze fixed on Haley, but the question is meant more for Kira than the pup. Dick needs to know what clock he’s outrunning.  ❛ I’ve got some good news and some... less-than-good news. ❜  he approaches her with the same restraint he uses for cornered animals. which, alright, fair approach, given their circumstances. but that’s not him. that’s not the person he wants to be.  ❛ Which one do you want first? ❜
Tumblr media
A STARTER FOR SHIROGANE KIRA  *  @wistrea
3 notes · View notes
flower-waltz · 3 days ago
Text
I feel like I've woken up from deep slumber or some shit looking at how absolutely Miserable we've been feeling while in the meanwhile in our overall life we've been doing Better Than Ever Before. Making baby Teddies' dreams come true, hosting people over, having good food, and everything else, I am amazed we still manage to be dragged down by such things in the middle of all this joy. It feels like I am just in the grip of it still, the narratives of family, & I don't want to be at all. Even with everything, or rather especially with everything, always the constant thrum: it is only outside the bounds that I can be happy, be at all. It feels like doing wrong in every moment. It had abated, but when I learned of our siblings, it came back with greater force. I am so afraid of what would happen because I know that right now every moment is a reason for punishment and proof of deservedness of such, within the narrative that although I left it, although I left them, still seeks me. I made a mistake I'd make over again, because I would always have died for her, and even though I know I'd make it over again, I am so afraid of how that could play out.
4 notes · View notes
jessiesjaded · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
Lost in the sauce
11 notes · View notes
the-valiant-valkyrie · 1 year ago
Text
Doting physical touch is little more than a distant memory to the Fabricator. To Solaris, it's practically a stranger. How lucky it is, then, that the both of them have such a… 'close friend' they can trust to keep such an uncomfortable secret. And what's even luckier, the other is willing to help.
6 notes · View notes
milo-is-rambling · 10 months ago
Text
Milo vs mental breakdown season (March into April) vs finishing a bojack rewatch AGAIN (like the third time in a row)
2 notes · View notes
orcelito · 1 year ago
Text
Ok triple vaccine is kicking my ass. Now. I am.now grateful that I scheduled it with a day off after
4 notes · View notes
watermelinoe · 1 year ago
Text
i can't get clear pictures of victoria w her eyes open bc she has two modes KILLING AND VIOLENCE and snooooork mimimimi
6 notes · View notes
gonzocoded · 1 year ago
Text
spectacular
2 notes · View notes
princessithaca · 1 year ago
Text
just finished the rwrb movie. i feel like i've been lobotmised. jesus christ
2 notes · View notes
topios · 1 year ago
Text
Welp, I foolishly thought maybe I was safe but I got the dreadful new dashboard forced on me.
I was gonna do a new batch of art drafts to drip feed you all today, but I can just barely stand to look at this place long enough to make this post. Xkit preserved my Old Blue at least, or I wouldn't even be able to manage this.
it's all so squished and crowded and awful to look at. I don't have the energy for this mess or finding a new place. Urgh.
2 notes · View notes
theskyexists · 1 year ago
Text
remember rewatching the part in strikers a couple years ago in which nanoha goes to save vivio, her adopted daughter, who is a girl of FIVE forced to become a magical super weapon no longer in control of her body and nanoha has to beam her so incredibly powerfully that nanoha becomes permanently disabled to a small degree and nanoha KNEW of that risk (could easily have been worse) and i was literally CRYING even with completely forgotten context because SOMEHOW this is just this series’ specialty where the most emotional moment is when Nanoha pulls it ALL OUT to stop somebody and in doing so saving them andhere it is extra powerful because vivio is calling out for nanoha to save her and nanoha can only do that by hurting her
SHES FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
3 notes · View notes