#I still care

[gayalanwake]

something that seriously haunts me is that when I went to new york comic con last year I walked right past the b&bh booth at artist alley bc I had yet to gaf. Like I literally started watching the show 2 weeks later. fuck my stupid baka life

[mywordsfortheuniverse]

The hardest part of this is ignoring the desperate need for the comfort I only found in your arms. I miss the days I could just knock on your door to have you hold me. Now I hug my pillow a little tighter instead.

[bluebellhairpin]

Braids are locked in today <3

[gibbsnicht]

I know you don't care about me, but I still do care about you. A lot actually, but I guess you are aware. I hope you know that you can always reach out to me at any time if you need someone to talk to.

You're not a burden, you're not a problem.

[normaljustaintforme]

"We're not speaking and I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me."

I just want you to reply. Something, anything. I miss you but I know we'll never be the same. We want 2 different things that we are unwilling to compromise. It's breaking my heart tonight. I still love you. 😭💔

[mamayan]

Might fuck around and rewatch One Piece.

Might start a cult.

Both will take around the same time frame.

[haikuku]

Daily Haikuku, no. 329

Getting older, our lives are all changing, and it's tearing us apart.

--haikuku

[psychicuniiverse]

I didn't give up on you.

I meant it when I said

I won't ever give up on you,

I never could, even if I wanted to.

I didn't give up on you.

I gave up on us.

I still believe in you.

[dinosaurwithablog]

@binbahyahoo I get it. I've lived through hell and I made it out. That's where my compassion comes from. I get it. I am broken but still somehow able to move forward. If I kill myself, they win. That's not gonna happen. Please, do something good for yourself and don't count on anyone to do it for you. You can do this and you deserve to do this. I don't have anger issues from what I've been through. I have psychotic rage issues, but i keep them in check and i move forward because that's important and i deserve it. Anger isn't the answer. I have very, very, very severe PTSD. Writing this now, i can barely breathe, but I'm writing for you. I care. You matter. I'll listen. There are very loving, caring, positive assholes like me who do care about you. Even more so when I see the pain you're in as you lash out with hate. Take a breath. DM me if you want to talk. I unblocked you. If you keep saying hateful things to me, I will block you again. I couldn't block you without trying to talk to you. I get it. Unfortunately. If I can do this, you can do this. I'll help you do this.

Please, spread this for those who might need it right now

U.S. suicide hotline: call or text 988 (available 24 hours)

U.S. trans lifeline: (877) 565-8860 (when you call, you’ll speak to a trans/nonbinary peer operator. full anonymity and confidentiality)

Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) National Helpline: 1-800-662-HELP (4357) – provides 24/7 confidential support and referrals for individuals and families facing mental health and substance use disorders, including panic attacks and anxiety.

LGBT National Help Center: (888) 843-4564

Trevor Project: Call (866) 488-7386, text START to 678-678, or chat online.

Take care of yourself and each other. Please stay safe ♡

[all-the-bones-ever]

this hit me like a truck

[post-grammatic-stress]

If you've ever told a person who's had to be bedbound for a period of time that you wish you could "just stay in bed", DO IT.

Stay in bed. For days. But don't get up if someone needs you to, or you get bored, or you get antsy. Don't do anything other than rest. Just lie in your bed, whether you need to get stuff done around the house or socialize or anything else "productive". You'll have to cancel on people, you'll disappoint them, they won't understand.

And if you're thinking, "well, i CAN'T just be in bed. There's stuff that has to be done - I have plans", maybe ask yourself why you assumed a disabled person doesn't have plans or things to do or desires.

[mywordsfortheuniverse]

We aren’t together anymore but I still find myself checking each night to make sure you got home safe before I can fall asleep.

[krawdad]

Switching to an old computer so I have something while I send the broken one in and oh my god suddenly I am aware of how much time has passed and I don't like it

[my-darling-boy]

I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

[ahotknife]

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

[astr0disiac]

"toxic yaoi" this "password" that

THIS being one of stan's lowest moments is the saddest thing i've seen and no one has talked about it what the freak :(