#I've like. Never felt more alone

[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[thetardisisnotourdivision]

Hey did I ever tell y'all about the time I dreamed that I had a baby daughter called Ellie that began with my finding out I was pregnant and ended on like her third birthday?

I legitimately woke up thinking "I should go check on Ellie" and then realised she was never real and when I tell you I SOBBED. I've been haunted by an implacable sense of loss ever since. Did I travel to another dimension? Wtf happened because that was insane.

[foolishfuuck]

somethin abt clown love er whatever,,

[platypusisnotonfire]

well.

I'm 30.

[the-outlande-r]

thinking abt how im a dyke and have adhd like damn baby pick a struggle

[quitedisastrous]

i wish i could just do nothing for a few days straight. maybe even just sleep for a few days straight. sooo excited for constant misery over the next 20 days

ranting in the tags. i would just scroll past if i were you

[seaofreverie]

First day back at the university and I still suck at this exactly as much as I did 4 years ago

[insomniacmelancholy]

I think about this tweet once a week

[onrainynights]

I'm about to be so annoying btw

[sagittariangirl27]

This reminds me of one of my first tumblrs. I started with erotic art, and ended up finding myself. I will be back here soon.

[chickpea0]

vvvvent post

[visdiefje]

Man I can't wait until I can recover alone for a while

[britneyshakespeare]

You know what's a realization I've made just now at this moment. I've been thinking for the last couple of days about how lately my poetry feels like it has no significance to me anymore, and I don't know why or how. It certainly felt more significant to me when I was youngest, when my poetic offerings were least often worthy of much praise, when I was excited and felt catharsis. Before I was even twenty, poetry became more of a craft/hobby than a diary (to give myself credit, it was a craft/hobby when I was fourteen/fifteen too, but I built that craft/hobby out of my teenage sentiments and obsessions rather than a more concerted effort of skill or construction). And it's been many years since I wrote poetry that was about people; I can't tell you the last time I wrote a poem that was purely about my feelings for another person. More often I write poems about conflicts or problems or things I'm figuring out. Very often my poetry is just inspired by whatever book I'm reading. But I'm not interested in my poetry lately whatsoever; I write it coincidentally. I have no interest in elaborating through that medium anymore at this point in my life. I'm not sure why I continue. And my realization is that I actually have felt this before. My poetry feels like a dormant interest because very few things inspire or excite me right now. My poetry feels insignificant when I'm in a phase where my life feels insignificant.

[mainfaggot]

i often get nostalgic for something i never had the chance to experience but only watched from afar, when i see teenage boys on public transport with dyed buzz cuts and skateboards

[valiantlyjollynightmare]

Throwing this into the wild because everything feels like too much right not and i've been rotting in bed for a month straight

[dragonspleenistasty]

Just a vent post ig

Hm. Once again feeling really shitty about being basically the only trans woman I've interacted with on the internet or in real life that isn't attracted to women but so. So much of transfem stuff in my circles at least is all about loving women which is great! And I support it! But at some point it's starting to feel like the expected thing (especially when all the posts I make about my feelings get ignored on tumblr 👍)