#empty and broken

[chrissy-kaos]

Honestly, I don't know what to think now

I know I'm not the best to be around

Wanna die, put me in a coffin

Pop 20 pills, hope nobody stops it

When I die don't act like it's shocking

Gave you all the signs now I'm done talking

[hellenhighwater]

Here's to all the burnouts.

I'm not sure what to name this one but it is working well! Another oil lamp. It's a figure about twice the size of the mythology series figures.

[late-for-the-sky]

I hope my absence brings you the peace that my love couldn’t

[worthless-misery]

I hate myself.

I hate my face.

I hate my eyes.

I hate my ears.

I hate my nose.

I hate my mouth.

I hate my lips.

I hate my hair.

I hate my neck.

I hate my shoulders.

I hate my chest.

I hate my back.

I hate my belly.

I hate my hips.

I hate my arms.

I hate my hands.

I hate my fingers.

I hate my skin.

I hate my crotch.

I hate my thighs.

I hate my knees.

I hate my legs.

I hate my feet.

I hate my ankles.

I hate my toes.

I hate my smile.

I hate my laugh.

I hate my scars.

I hate my stretch marks.

I hate my bones.

I hate my body hair.

I hate my voice.

I hate my mind.

I hate my thoughts.

I hate my dysphoria.

I hate my depression.

I hate my anxiety.

I hate my eating disorders.

I hate my trauma.

I hate my nightmares.

I hate my past.

I hate my memories.

I hate my childhood.

I hate my adolescence.

I hate my adulthood.

I hate my existence.

I hate my life.

I just hate every single thing about myself so fucking much...

[chocostrwberry]

is marion holding a doll that resembles marinette 🥺

YESSS it’s the miracle box in a half-cooked post finale concept. Since the box was left in Marinette’s room, she touches it and becomes the next guardian but she has no idea.

[jackwhiteprophetic]

HE'S BREAKING OUT OF THE CLOSET GUYS

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

I can feel the emptiness inside of me.

[voice-of-the-tired]

I was thinking "hey, the fury breaks the pattern where every time the voice of the cold is a new voice you get for a chapter the princess is a ghost/already dead"

since you get him in the spectre, the grey(s) and the wraith

then I thought "I guess you could say she's a ghost of who she once was because she lost everything that gave her meaning so now she's a hollow shell" and made myself depressed. thanks brain

[brokenobstacless]

I wonder if anyone will ever choose me.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Of Finally after days I got Enough courage to say this...

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR ART!!

You are the First Welcome Home artist I followed And I Don't Regret it.

And now Laughingstock Lives in My Head 24/7

Annd the Way You draw Wally is just so...

I don't even know how to describe it!

Your Art brings me so Much Joy!!!

- Blue Anon 🫐

!!!! thank you so much!!! i'm happy to Provide! have a Wally scribble i have to almost completely redo <3

[depresso-espresso-5150]

I keep all of the pain inside because I'd rather let it destroy me than everyone else.

idk not me

[everythingwasalreadypicked]

Something something Thalia and Alabaster sharing a fatal flaw... something something childhood bestfriends Annabaster... something something Thalia being made Artemis's lieutenant to satisfy her thirst for power and to get her off Olympus's back, Luke promoting Alabaster to General for the same reasons...

Something something Thalia renouncing the kid she knew and cursed the gods with all these years, and not recognising both him and the child they took in anymore

OHHH I'm having thoughts and Unwell no one stop me

[verity-hollow]

Snap

A doll has been twitching a lot today. What were once momentary aberrations of its movement have become jarring and painful. While wandering the house it shared with its witch, its head suddenly jerked to the right and then back to the left with such great force that-

Snap.

The doll's head popped loose from its neck. Something cracked as the doll's head landed on the floor. The doll hoped its eyes or face had broken, and not its witch's tile floors, much better that a useless toy such as itself be the thing that breaks. A great clattering soon followed as the rest of the doll's body crumpled to the floor, devoid of any of the grace it worked so hard to cultivate and maintain. A fitting pose, thought the doll. Twisted and worthless like the doll truly was.

The doll's head was just as useless as its detached body. Laying against the wall, eyes facing the floor, surrounded by a puddle of its own hair, and unable to move itself back towards its empty connector of a neck. The doll remarked to itself "This one's only good fortune in this is that My Lady isn't home, and it hasnt disturbed her sleep or relaxation wasn't with the failure of its shell."

As it lamented on the floor, an automated vacuum entered the room, following its routine schedule. Upon chancing into the doll's body, it beeped, reporting the obstruction, and turned to face the doll's head. Another beep as the vacuum nudged it, before turning once more to leave. "At least some things around here do their jobs properly, or they do when this one doesn't obstruct them" thought the doll.

The doll's head began to slide across the floor, hair stuck in the cleaning device, as it was slowly dragged away from its limp body.

[magniloquent-raven]

I keep having thoughts about what might've happened to Tommy to get him that spooked about the moving in conversation, and I figure maybe the last place he lived was an ex's house, but that's not the whole story.

And the place he's in now, it's important to him. There's a lot of reasons he freaked out that night talking to Buck, and a big one is the thought of giving up that little space he carved out for himself after the last time he got his heart broken. Because it wasn't just a breakup, it blew up his life. Maybe he came home to find his ex with someone else, maybe the guy just kicked him out with no warning and no explanation. Tommy spent weeks, months, trying to figure out why he wasn't good enough, throwing himself into work and not telling anybody he was living out of his truck.

He didn't really think of it as being homeless. He had his stuff, his job, he showered in the locker room and spent his weekends at the laundromat combing through realty websites and apartment listings. It wasn't like he was sleeping in a cardboard box or anything, he was...fine. Mostly.

He doesn't realize how Not Fine it was until he's three months settled into his new place, and he just spent four hours looking everywhere for a charging cable he's only now remembering got stolen out of his truck the day after his ex dumped him. It all hits him at once, and he breaks down.

The next few years are spent building. Turning the house into something that feels like his own. But using it to isolate himself. It's his, and no one else's. And that's what it will always be.

[worthless-misery]

I would say today has been a bad day.

But that's been every day for quite a while now.

[nattravn-art]

Mr. Rabbit are you okay?