#barely even opens the messages

[tumbasenalma]

dont understand why my brother never speaks directly to me, he always tells me things through my mom and idk why bc he has my number, if he wants to tell me something then he should text me

[stellewriites]

really fucking grinds my gears how my dad knows just how to make me feel fucking guilty for putting up boundaries and saying no

[icewindandboringhorror]

I occasionally wish to reach out to old friends/acquaintances I haven't spoken to since high school/some other even earlier time in my life, but I have SOOO little social energy even for required tasks (like making dr phone calls or etc), I never have any leftover for extra ones, and it would be very odd to message someone I haven't spoken to in like 5 years out of the blue but then take 4 entire months to respond back lol.. My natural curiosity with nostalgia/collecting details of the past/etc. (literally if I were born a little earlier I would definitely do scrapbooking or something lol) is very strong, but, alas, not strong enough to beat out the Social Issues Demons apparently

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

I opened up about my body image issues and people called me a horrible person, told me I'm invalidating people with eds and that I'm body shaming people? God what the fuck? Ive got no fucking support system in real life and the Internet just hates me I guess.

[undistortedworld]

being hassled and spammed by my boss fuck offff im not coming in at 5am on my day off tomorrow cuz you the manager cant be arsed to cover someones shift IT IS 9PM LEAVE ME ALONE

[milo-is-rambling]

tmi type ramble about learning to deal with masturbating again after a weird non consensual sex thing kinda ruined existing in my own body

Okay proceeding as normal tumblr post from here:

That weird thing after {insert vague phrasing} happens to you where you get horny again and you have to kind of treat masturbating as a self care routine cause like yes I’m gonna hopefully eventually maybe get to cum a little (I hate my body) but then after I’m gonna have to deal with the fucking consequences (ha.) when I can’t sleep and I’m having nightmares about {synonym for bad thing} and like idk. Triggering myself bc I have this like body horny that won’t go away and this brain that hates the body it’s in because it reminds it of the bad thing that happened to it and it’s just like exhausting but I can’t just like not cum bc like. That’s all I fucking have. Like truly at the end of the day at least I have my clit. Some days my vibrator is literally the only good thing I have going on in my life. I just love cumming and hate penetration now.

Anyways I was saying it’s like partially a self care thing cause I have to charge my vibrator and like wait for it to get late or whatever and I get to chill and like eat a snack and get water and stretch my body and focus on all the things that kind of remind me I’m safe and that I’m in my own space and even tho the bed is the same as {NOOOOO} the sheets are new it’s okay everything is moved everything is clean everything is built to distract me from being here while also forcing me to be present I get really high I vibe I hate myself I wish I was dead I cum I smoke I cum i clean up and I drink a cold can of root beer and tuck my vibrator into its own little bed before smoking as much as possible and then going on Pinterest until I fall asleep begging my brain not to dream anything awful.

If you’ve read this much you’ve reached a secret hidden end half joke :

Part of my waiting for my vibrator to charge routine has been watching the muppets and I am really hoping I don’t accidentally Pavlov myself here 😬

[binnie]

you guys.... i'm going down a spiral and I need advice

[taylovelinus]

posted one (1) thing on my instagram stories about how antisemitism is bad actually, and IMMEDIATELY got the biggest tankie in my DMs ranting nonstop for the last 30 minutes about how “zionism is the biggest threat to jews since the third reich” (direct quote) (I said literally nothing about zionism or israel at all but okay) and how “islamophobia is worse actually” (i didn’t know we were playing the oppression olympics)

and yes, before you ask, he most certainly is. like he has THE most cracker last name. absolute shitlib white male savior complex. kill me

[milimeters-morales]

thinking really hard about Miles (not) coping with Jeff’s death if he were to die

[peapod20001]

LMAO QUICK. WIPE YOUR TEARS BEFORE SOMEONE SEEEESSS YOUUU

[zombearzilla]

how many love interests do you have in your life? you often mention that no one likes you, but clearly they do. why not just go for it and try a chance at happiness?

Oh I didn’t realise that I said that, I thought I’d been pretty clear that I don’t feel like I’m in a stable enough place to be in a healthy relationship. And whenever I think I am my brain seems to sneak up on me and hit me over the head with a baseball bat.

Maybe a long distance casual thing might work but then I seem to get hate for that idea so

[icewindandboringhorror]

Everytime I face a new character limit on a website that didn't have them before/used to have really long ones... AUGHHhhh the modern social media world was not made for people like me (lovers of details, rambling, elaboration, thorough explanation, and nuance)

[clueless1995]

ah i think this may be a Proper depressive episode. as opposed to the Lite depression i usually experience

[help-mona]

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[thanatoseyes]

Don't mind me and my 34 support tabs open on my phone.

[nochepsicodelica]

The door to your shared bedroom creaks open, and Toji is greeted by the sight of you sleeping. It's five in the afternoon and you're bundled up in the covers, soft breaths exiting through your mouth because your nose is congested. You look all cozy, like a hibernating bear, on his side of the bed. It would be a more adorable sight under different circumstances, but this is the product of you catching a cold.

Toji sets the small bag filled with your medicine and other little things he hopes will make you feel better, on his nightstand. He crouches down in front of you and brings a noticeably cooler hand to your heated cheek.

"Hey," Toji calls, gently pinching your cheek. Your hearing must be muffled, because you don't budge and remain in your deep sleep. "Ma," he tries again, shaking you by your shoulder this time. You stir and attempt to roll over in the other direction, towards the center of the bed, but Toji keeps you steady by tugging on the blanket you're cocooned in. "Wake up, mama. Just for a little. I got your stuff. Medicine, snacks— you probably won't be able to taste them, but they're there."

You open your eyes, and simply blink. The room is darker and more shadowy since you went down for your supposed nap. It's been hours, but your body still feels so tired and your head is pulsing.

"How are you feeling?" Toji asks.

You were trying to say "so so", but no sound came out, so it seemed like you were mouthing the words instead. You felt the effort your vocal cords made, but your voice was shot. Nothing is audible unless it's strained. A huff and a roll of your eyes let Toji know how bad of a time you were having.

"Gotcha," Toji responds to your attempt to speak, a soft smile on his face.

He stands up from his crouched position and turns to the bag on his nightstand, rummaging through it to grab the box of medicine at the bottom and your water bottle. He sees you untangling yourself from the covers and sitting up to rest against the headboard, in his peripheral vision. Your hair is messy, some of it is stuck to your forehead from how much you've been sweating, even though you've felt cold the whole time. You can't breathe properly out of your nose, and your throat is sore. Your entire demeanor just screams "sick".

Toji offers you two gel capsules and twists the cap off your bottle of water, before handing it to you as well. You toss the pills into your mouth, and wash them down with a swig of water. In an attempt to clear your nose, you sniff a few times, getting absolutely no change in your ability to breathe through your nose.

"Go back to sleep. I'll get you some soup for when you wake up, 'kay?"

You nod and set your water bottle down on Toji's nightstand, before you slide back down the bed and shift comfortably onto your side. The blanket is wrapped around you, again, and you're ready to shut your eyes. Toji comes closer, crouching down like he did when he woke you up.

"Mm-mm," you hum, the sound cracked and barely audible, a response to Toji leaning in and trying to kiss you.

"Come on, ma. It's been a whole day. Just one. A peck?"

"No," you whisper, only able to communicate verbally in this hushed voice.

"Oh. You want me to have two?" He says, with a playful smirk.

You give him a deadpan expression and shift in the blanket, bringing it up to cover your mouth.

"Okay, fine. Just one."

You shake your head, minimally. Just enough so that you don't shake your brain and make your head hurt even more, and he still gets the message.

"Be nice, mama. Just one, then i'll leave you alone--" he pauses, briefly, "--until I come back with your soup. Then you gotta give me another one. You know, Toji Tax."

You roll your eyes and huff. The Toji Tax is just Toji's way of getting extra loving from you. There's a Toji Tax on just about everything he does for you, so you're not surprised that your sickness doesn't exempt you from it.

Your reaction showed the signs that let Toji know that he's about to get what he wants. The barrier you raised over your mouth is lowered, your involuntary pout now on full display, ready to be kissed whenever Toji's ready.

"Don't look too excited," Toji jests. He chuckles at the gloomy expression on your face. You look absolutely miserable in this state. It's adorable, and while he would love to keep teasing you, he decides to move faster so that you can get your rest.

It starts with a peck—as promised. He's slow with separating his lips from yours, to keep the contact with you going for as long as possible. Then he goes in for another one—just as gentle and delayed in separation. You still haven't done anything to stop him, so he keeps going in for more and more, each kiss more fervent than the last. Within seconds, he's barraging you with quick kisses, back to back, as if to make up for the last twenty-four hours he went without feeling your soft lips against his. He's getting closer, almost climbing into bed with you, so you hum and turn your head. He starts following your movement, like an eager puppy, chasing after more of your kisses.

"Don't care if I get sick, ma."

You hum in disapproval and push his face away when he starts leaning in, again. Quickly, you cover your head with the blanket and roll to the other side of the bed.

Toji sighs, a mischievous smirk lingering on his face. He got way more than he expected, but when it comes to you, he can never have enough. He stands up from the awkward position he got himself into while he chased after your lips, and looks at your bundled up figure, now out of his reach.

"I'll be back, doll. Gonna go get your soup, but remember... Toji Tax."