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i wanna draw mondo but I can't right now I think everyone should draw mondo owada for fun for silly goofs cmon guys I know u wanna draw him u wanna draw him so ba (gets yanked off the stage)
AND I HAVEN'T BEEN THIS CLOSE TO HEAVEN SINCE THEY SHUT ME OUT I STILL HAD BLOOD ON MY BLOTHES BUT SHE WASHED IT OUT OH I KNOW NOTHING IN THIS WORLD CAN SAVE ME NOW NO I DONT LOVE HER SHE'S JUST SOMEHOW ALL I THINK ABOUT AND AIN'T IT FUNNY I CAN NEVER GET HER ALL ALONE STOLEN GLANCES IN THE CORRIDOR IT'S ALL WE KNOW // AND I HOPE YOU KNOW WHEN IT'S YOUR TIME TO GO IT'S BE AN HONOR JUST TO OFFER UP A HAND TO HOLD AND IF I HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL OUR DECAYING STATE TO BE THAT CLOSE TO YOU DARLING IT IS ALL I'LL DO I'LL BE YOUR FOREVER IF FOREVER WILL HAVE ME
just finished another steddie fic. and god, my hyperfixations... they really come and go. i thought by now, i would've been done with steddie. but god, some part of me just— heals when i read/write about them.
this is incredibly vulnerable (and crazy and ridiculous and maybe delusional because they are fictional) but they mean the fucking world to me.
I've got jealousy so bad it makes me feel physically sick I want what others have but still crave individuality, I don't know how to stand up for myself or even start a conversation, meanwhile I have so much to say to the people I desire to know but I hold my tongue because getting left behind is terrifying, meanwhile my lack of ability to reach out is causing me to be left in the dust. From a young age I could never talk to people, I was explosive and angry and didn't know how to process my feelings and I still don't, I'm just better at hiding it now. I get it my own head and I feel like my body can't take it, I crave attention because if I beg maybe people will throw me a bone and talk to me, but I don't know how to start a conversation for myself. I fail my classes because going up to a teacher and asking for help makes me want to vomit, so I let myself fail and drown in my own failures as a human until I hit my breaking point. I feel like I'm drowning in anxiety and shame because all the people around me are so successful and amazing, and I feel like such a failure of a person because I can never be as good as them. I'm neurodivergent and queer, I'm an attention seeker and alone, I was born wrong and I can't fix myself and I crave validation from people who can't give me what I need. I don't even know what I need anymore. Love? Affection? Someone to just give me a pat on the back and tell me I'm doing a good job? To feel seen for even just a moment for what I am instead of what I'm not? I don't know, I really don't. And maybe I'll never know, maybe I don't deserve to know.
im not even like religious anymore but dude i love mary so much shes everything to me. something about a teenage girl giving birth to the divine did something to me
You will never listen to me. I have a skull and cross bones on my label but you quickly pulled the cork out. You drank all of me in one big gulp despite my label saying “Do Not Drink”.
I told you i was poison. That no good would come from me, yet I’m still to blame when you fall to the floor.
I warned you i was going to break you, that your lips were too innocent for mine. You hate when i say things like that. But now your heart is shattered in my hands, cutting into my palms. I blame myself for hurting you, but you never listened to my warnings.