#I’m just so afraid of losing more
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feelingsobloom · 2 years ago
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I have been heavily going through Donjin feels though. I wrote him into a fanfiction series I’m writing for another account just to remember him while he’s in the military and… I don’t know I just miss him more. I just want to hear that silly guy rap, and I want to see him smile. I hope he’s getting a lot of support in the military from others. I wish I could send him letters!
Yeongtae, I miss you so much it hurts. Thinks will be better when you return
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umemiyan · 7 days ago
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oh btw since i didn’t get to add him in the post earlier because i literally ran out of room: kaiser’s stability levels noticeably decrease even further when he misses me. he’s exponentially cuntier but also has moments where he’s so silent that people are like... afraid lmfao
he tries to throw himself into plays so extra hard until he’s overdoing it and/or having a meltdown because he screwed up until noa or someone calls me like “how quickly can we arrange to get you here???”
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unknownarmageddon · 9 months ago
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hii so. i’ve bitten the bullet and made a bluesky account and a cohost just to have just in case. i don’t plan on doing really anything much on them until tumblr fully implodes (if it does) so they’re very much empty but theyre There
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tovarishch-dyke · 1 year ago
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I’m like Johnny Truant in the tags of every goddamn post I make or reblog on this site and I’m not apologizing. If you want me to apologize come over to my house and you can talk to the minotaur about it
#House of leaves#im literally going insane these days I should go back to journaling but I’m also afraid of how far off the deep end I’ll go#Literally I am losing it and I’m being serious#I’m so fucking tired of being lonely and being left out and not being able to make connections#Sometimes I feel as if im doing things without realizing and no one is telling me about it#Other times it feels like I must have something incredibly wrong with my face or body and no one will say anything#People make plans and don’t bother to ask me if I want to join and then when I find out there’s a group chat that all my friends are in#Except me and when I asked if I could join I was given a bunch of reasons that were frankly bullshit why I couldn’t join#Are they talking shit about me? I know everybody there it’s not like I am a stranger#Am I just a stranger in this world as I unllikeable? I try my best to be nice and charitable but what am I missing?#Do I black out and say things and do things? Am I more mentally ill than I know?#The only reason (or one of the very few) why I stay alive is because of my horses because I know they would miss me and I already feel bad#Not seeing them everyday#I’m tired of being the odd one out I’m tired of being entertaining when necessary#I don’t want my only friends to be horses because it further alienates me from the rest of society and I just want to be accepted I’m not#Looking to fit in I just want connection and friendship and I can barely seem to manage that#Maybe I’m just not worth it.
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rosicheeks · 7 months ago
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cb-writes-stuff · 2 months ago
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Man. It’s awkward being romantic, but also having a platonic friend+ whom I love (/p) with absolutely everything.
‘Cause like, yeah, I like romantic stuff, but. I like that person more.
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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 5 months ago
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people begging me to do something to make a certain someone happy aren’t taking into account that i hate this person and i will revel in the knowledge that i kept them from getting the most perfect version of what they wanted. in fact i hope they mourn the loss of this for the rest of their life and die unhappy about it
#i wish i could do worse. i wish i could go through and ruin everything i ended up giving them (all against my wishes) and i wish#i could ruin everything they love because god do i hate them and i will laugh when they finally fucking die#i have no idea why everyone glosses over all the shit this person has done to us and all the pain they’ve caused and i can’t fathom why#everyone wants to make them happy and why they’re willing to beg and bribe for me (and one other person who also hates them) to#give in but it is amusing and i hope they all fucking cry about it like oh nooo did poor [REDACTED] not get something they will never#get another chance to have ? oh well that sucks so bad for them i’m oh so sorry i caused that i can’t believe i managed to ruin their#chances for this how awful that this person i hate who has done and gotten away with so many horrible things didn’t get their perfect#little fantasy how sad we should all comfort them and call me a bitch who has no respect for anyone#god sometimes i wish i gave into violence more in the past bc i wish i got to fucking beat their ass up back when it would be self-defense#unforch i will never get to now. SAD!#i suppose i have murder fantasies and the thought of being able to ruin their funeral to soothe my soul#and the knowledge that i could make them fucking hurt by refusing to cooperate w them#and ough every time an opportunity presents itself for me to fucking take back what they took from me arises i have to fight myself#on it bc everyone will know it was me. i don’t even want what they have i just want them to know they will never get it back and#god it would upset them so much but they never should have had it in the first place ough if i get the chance before i ditch everyone here#for good i’d want to take it and stick around just long enough to hear how much they’ll cry about it before i fuck off#unforch i would need to know where all of their copies of things are but fuck i hate knowing they’ve taken so much from me bc i didn’t#get a fucking choice and they think they have to right to keep it all bc oh it makes them so happy they love having it they’re so fucking#afraid of losing it but it’d be so easy and i doubt they’d even notice for a while and i genuinely could disguise it as a mistake something#got misplaced some files corrupted etc etc but whatever this is fantasy a sweet little daydream of mine my second fantasy involving#them has smth to do with setting their house on fire and my third fantasy is desecrating their grave when the time comes#okay i’m done w this lalalalalala *skips off into the distance* i think revenge is not productive but god is it delicious to think about
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romanromulus · 11 months ago
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hit 103k today. almost finished with this soul-sucking horror. exploding it with my mind
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ihearnocomplaints · 1 year ago
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sometimes i forget that i dont have to rush everything. things take time. and thats okay
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jaetaimjadore · 1 year ago
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god im so done with this rigged shitshow
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trollbreak · 1 year ago
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Finks abt. Dari violence. As a treat <3
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milo-is-rambling · 1 year ago
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Me when I want to be wanted more than anything else
#I think I’d be more normal if I had more friends but every friend I lose makes me isolate more and more and now it’s like I can only trust#people I’ve interacted with for years already#and then every time I try to make friends I either don’t respond (anxiety. not feeling a vibe. whatever) or they stop responding when I#actually like them (someone who talked to me for like four days in an row and then randomly blocked me no explanation)#I think if I made more friends or even talked to more people I’d understand how to do it successfully but I don’t have enough experience and#no one wants to be friends with me (and it’s scary when they do!!!) wahhhhhhhhhh#I need to move somewhere new and talk to strangers I’m good at that#I made more friends a a concert age 14 than I have from me the ages of 16-19 and i think that’s ridiculous#how do I explain to everyone ever that nothing bad happened to me I’m just mentally ill bc my hormones are fucked and it’s let me to spiral#and ruin my own life and then slowly painfully build my life back up and then crush it all again over and over again for years and years#to the point where I’m afraid I’ll never amount to anything so the idea of ever truly having people who find any value for me in their lives#feels like it’s fake and then when I do finally trust people I end up loving too hard and fucking it up and then I isolate for even longer#it’s takes me twice as long to find a new friend and trust them again and then it happens all over again#it feels like I’m destined to be alone bc I can’t tell the difference between platonic shit and flirting so I have a wall between me and#everyone else bc I’m afraid to like someone too much and confuse my brain bc I don’t ever want to like someone who doesn’t like me even if#it’s as friends bc I’ve put more effort in than other ppl always but it’s bc I put too much effort in and expect too much and no one else#is as weirdly obsessive and clingy and dedicated as I am bc I’m not normal and that’s why no one likes me bc I try too hard or not at all#and it makes everyone in my life family friends crushes whatever hate me bc I’m all or nothing forever I can’t just be normal#I think a lifetime of living with my mother has permanently damaged the way I see myself#who are all these normal ideal people in my brain why did my mother put them there and why will I always be worse than a hypothetical person#designed to shame me for struggling which gets louder the more I struggle#spirals cycles etc etc etc#ugh. I want my brain to turn off I’m gonna go take a dab and maybe delete this later
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Good god I’m so hypervigilant from work and I can’t shut it off
#I love my job and my student so much#but I’m afraid whenever I leave for my MANDATORY (for some reason) morning break that my student is going to hurt someone#Because I know they’ll stay in check so long as 1.) I’m there literally never taking my eyes off them and 2.) They’re medicated#And they sit and rock in front of a wall vent with all these little horizontal slats in it and holy fuck does it screw with my visual snow#It makes it look like the wall vent is rapidly blurring and unblurring whilst floating on a separate layer that moves in both directions#and the motion makes it even worse. It’s better when I look at the vent and not at my student; but if I do that I’ll lose my focus#and end up daydreaming#And aside from that I CANNOT take my eyes off them no matter what#And I know for a fact I watch them more intensely than anyone else in the building.#I started sitting next to them for reading time and it’s really good for them but they’ve started acting weird again#so I don’t feel safe sitting next to them because my eyes will be as much on the paper as they will be on them#So I haven’t felt safe enough to read to them which sucks because I’d really like to#I asked about not taking breaks and just adding the time to my lunch so I won’t be gone while my student is here#but it’s a violation of the union agreement and doing that could have gotten me fired had I continued without asking#But yeah it’s to the point where I’m on a hair trigger with some of my friends because they’re new to me and UGHHHHHHHHHHH#I’m still in a mindset of “That’s a heavy throwable object; you need to move it NOW or it’ll end up in your face.”#and like… determining what can potentially be used as a weapon against me all the time in my personal life#Well… if America goes to shit then I’ll make an excellent resistance fighter because I’m already in that mindset
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celestialmancer · 5 months ago
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girl-kisser-carla-connor · 4 days ago
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Having this scene and the “Don’t get dressed” scene in the same episode is criminal and should be punished with JAIL TIME IMMEDIATELY.
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CORONATION STREET ― 22nd November 2024
#ok look#I know Carla is right I know Lisa needs to give herself a break and let herself move forward#and she does let Betsy get away with literally anything (see the episode airing in 3 hours for more details)#but this woman is PETRIFIED of losing the only other person she has left in her life#and Carla has cut her an immense amount of slack#but Lisa and Betsy’s relationship is barely hanging on by a thread#and though Betsy was out of order having a go at Lisa and Carla#THROWING WATER AT HER MOTHER (sorry Id be dead if I even thought it)#Lisa just wants to be okay again#she just wants to be that happy little unit that Betsy wants back so desperately#they are the same person just at different stages in their lives#they’re so much alike it’s insane#and I’m sorry I don’t blame a teenager for being a teenager and reacting when my mom forgets my dead mom’s birthday#and wakes up on another woman’s sofa the next day#not to mention the ‘things have moved on a bit today’#she’s reacting to all of this#and she isn’t ready#and assuming Lisa has not sat her down and told her she might be ready to start dating again#because before Carla she didn’t even know she was or she probably wasn’t#so she’s upset angry scared lashing out and she’s already pretty troubled#the swain women need therapy dude#so yes Carla is right#but i’m afraid that it can’t and shouldn’t be boiled down to those words because realistically it just isn’t that simple#Carla just doesn’t want Lisa holding the weight of the world on her shoulders and i agree with her 100%#she just wants to protect Lisa and make her happy because Lisa deserves so much happiness#i love them so much i can’t deal with sad#swarla#carla connor#lisa swain#coronation street
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gor3sigil · 5 months ago
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Before starting T, when I socially transitionned, I was surrounded by radical feminists who saw masculinity as gross and inherently evil, something to avoid, something to make fun of, something to destroy. The other transmascs in my friend group, sometimes, told me that they didn’t knew if they really were non-binary or if they just were scared shitless of saying “I am a man”. Because they saw this as a betrayal to their younger self who had been SAd and abused.
I saw many of my masc friends and trans men around me hate themselves, not outing themselves as men because it would imply so so much, it was like opening the Pandora Box. Even when we were just together, talking about our masculinity was always coated with bits like “I know we’re the privileged ones but…”, “I don’t want to sound like I have it bad but…”, “Women obviously have it worse, but last time…” and we were talking about terrible traumas we experienced while taking all the precautions in the world in the case the walls were a crowd of people in disguise waiting to get us if we didn’t downplay the violence we faced, or like crying and being upset and being traumatized and afraid and scared and to say it out loud would make us throw up the needles we were forced to swallow every second of every day living in our skin.
Most of us weren’t on T yet, some of us were catcalled every day and harassed in the streets or in abusive relationships nobody seemed to care to help them get out of because they were “strong enough” to do it by themselves.
I was using the gender swap face app and cried for ours when I saw my father looking back at me through the screen. The idea of transforming, of shedding into a body that would deprive me of love, tenderness, and safety, was absolutely terrifying. I knew I couldn’t stay in this body any longer because it wasn’t mine, but I also knew that if I was going to look like my dad, my brother, my abusers, it would be so much worse.
5 years later and I’m almost 2 years on T, and almost 2 months post top surgery.
I ditched my previous group of friends. I was bullied out of my local trans community. But let me tell you how free I am.
I was scared that T would break my singing voice: it made it sound more alive than ever.
I was scared that T would make me less attractive: it made me find myself hot for the first time in my life.
I was scared that T would make me gain weight: it did. But the weight I put on is not the weight I used to put on by binging and eating my body until I forgot that it even existed. It’s the weight of my body belonging to me, little by little. The wolf hunger for life.
I won’t tell you the same story I see everywhere, the one that goes “I started going to the gym 8 times a week, I put on some muscles, I started a diet and now I look like an action film actor”, in fact if you took pictures of me from 5 years ago vs now I’d just have more acne, I’d have longer hair and still look like I don’t know what to do with myself when I take selfies.
But the sparkle in my eyes, my smile, tell the whole story way better than this long ass stream of words could ever.
I want to say some things that I wish someone told me before starting medically transitionning.
It’s okay to take your time. It’s your body, it’s your journey, if you don’t feel comfortable taking full doses and want to go slow, the only voice you need to listen to is your own. Do what feels right.
If you feel overwhelmed, it’s okay to take a break, it’s okay to ask for support.
Trans people are holy. Everyone is. You didn’t lose your angel wings when you came out because you want to be masculine. You are not excluded from the joy of existence, from being proud of yourself, from being sad, from being scared, from being angry. The emotions and feelings you allowed yourself to feel while processing what you experienced when you grew up as a girl and was seen as a woman are still as valid as before. Nobody can take that from you. If someone tries to, don’t let them.
It’s perfectly normal to grieve some things you were and had before you started to transition, like your high soprano voice or even your chest. Hatching is painful. You can find comfort in things that don’t feel right, so making the decision to change can be incredibly scary and weird and you deserve to be heard and supported through this. Wanting top surgery doesn’t make the surgery less intense, less terrifying, less painful to recover from. When it becomes too much you have the right to take a break and take some deep breaths before going on.
You don’t have to have a radical, 180° change for your transition to be acceptable or valid or worthy of praise. Look at how far you’ve come already. It doesn’t have to show, you’re not made to be a spectacle, you’re human and it is your journey.
Oh, and last thing, you know when some people say “Oh this trans person has to grow out of the cringy phase where you think that you can write essays about being trans or transitionning or just their experience because it’s weird” ? If you ever hear this or see this online, remember all the people whose writing you read and, even if they were not professional writers, helped you more than any theorists did ? If you want to write, do it. It won’t be a waste. It can help people. Or it won’t, and even then, if it helped you, that’s enough.
Love every of my trans siblings, take care of yourselves. You deserve the world.
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