#IT’S BEEN OVER A YEAR

[tetsuskei]

please don’t let childe know but i miss him terribly 💔💔💔

[bearforceone3]

starfire, because i haven’t drawn her in ages

[kvmacrossing]

i can feel it in the air guys…… it’s time for me to get a new hamster

[shortbreadly]

SHE’S COMING HOME

[maybe-meadowlark]

Ninjago hyperfixation has returned from war to aid me in my time of need.

All jokes aside Ninjago is genuinely the fandom that boosts my serotonin the most and improves my mental health wayyyyy more than it should. I need it so bad rn.

Hopeful I can find something creative to do with this energy.

[i-make-stim-things]

X X X | X X X | X X X

Lurantis stim board :3

[loveritas]

veritassssssssssssratiooooooooo

[imtheiliad]

wish i could go see we live in time with my bestie like we are still in high school

[wearenotasfarwest]

I always thought it was weird that there was a Russian production of the Death Note musical but now it makes sense

We’ve had a Japanese production

We’ve had an English production

We’ve had a Russian production

Now we just need a production that’s French or Italian or “something like that”. (I’m personally hold out hope for the latter.)

[vexypesty]

You’ve been 18 for quite a while now haven’t you🤨

[cynicalmusings]

YAYAYAYAYAYYYY HEIZOU HELLO OH MY GOD

[grungyhimonoonna]

I almost smoked a cigarette last night but Zane said no and scared the lady away lol

[godlikewrath]

i’ve returned

[sullengirly]

crying in the bathtub wishing i never met him lol

[strokes-of-everything]

Everyone is game to jump on the “supporting trauma survivors” ship until they’re actively experiencing the symptoms of PTSD and can’t help themselves in the moment.

Everyone spews therapy speak on pretty Instagram posts until you’re flooded, and disassociated, and in absolute panic mode saying something at an intensity you’d never rationally speak. But your nervous system doesn’t care for logic, and it’s coming out anyway.

“You clearly think we’re stupid,” they say. The people who claimed they’d be there through anything.

“I never said anything about you or a specific person,” you say. “Those words came from my fingers, but they were not of me. I felt the pressure of a thousands wounds being ripped open at once without any warning, and found myself shaking, screaming into the void.”

You know me, you think. After all these years, you’d think the worst of me? When I simply had nowhere else to turn and was fully bursting? When I had no clue what else to do?

You explain. You admit it wasn’t a healthy way to approach the issue. But you didn’t even have the option to make a choice in the moment.

You drudge up that you’ve been seeking professional help to calm the flood. To move the triggers to their rightful place in neurological history rather than the volatile surface of your emotional mind.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. There’s no need to apologize. But we should talk about it. We’re still friends.”

You try to talk. The texts aren’t returned. Neither are the phone calls. All at once, a severing occurs. Because of your darkest moments.

Best(?) friends move on without you. Despite time passing, you feel every life update like a searing pain in your soul, every trip like a dagger to your chest.

And you add it to the list to reprocess. Or at least, to try.

And you wonder if you can ever trust someone again. If friendship can fully be found. Or if you are simply better off alone, doing your best to keep the storm of suffering inside lest it hurt someone or leak out again.

[deityofhearts]

when do the allergies stop