#feeling hurt

[topsyturvy-turtely]

who even needs friends

[nosesno501]

I'm feeling that I am forgetable. I'm feeling ignored and avoided. I feel that nobody wants to talk to me and feeling all of this hurts me so much ☹️😥😢

[chaosmagicwanda]

[fieriframes]

[THIS IS FOR HANGOVERS. SO I'VE HEARD. ARE YOU HUNG OVER, SIR? NOT AT THE MOMENT. BUT KNOWLEDGE WILL NOT PREVENT THEIR HEART FROM FEELING HURT. THAT'S NOT THE ONLY HANGOVER REMEDY THEY'VE GOT. I LIKE THE JOHN WAYNE BREAKFAST. IT'S GREAT FOR HANGOVERS.]

[vizthedatum]

Honestly yeah - it has really hurt as an autistic person when someone didn’t tell me that I was talking too much for their capacity and it was really hard for them to keep up with. Especially someone who was close to me and knew how much I valued honesty and directness. Especially another person who can completely understand how not being told something like that would affect an autistic person who has trouble with social cues.

It happened last year with someone who I cut off friendship with last summer. They only told me when I was trying to tell them how much their actions have hurt me or made me not trust them. (There were many reasons for the breakup tbh)

It was so hurtful to bring that up (and not before) when I was trying to tell them how I felt about other stuff. :/

[gandhiorangetracksuit]

Totally un-rad news.

My Spotify got hacked! I made a sick playlist for my Fanfiction and everything! I'm trying hard to get it back my dudes, but I'm not sure it's possible. I'm totally bummed out! I'll keep you dawgs updated.

I hope whoever that dude was, suffers their whole life, by having everything be slightly inconvenient. Both sides of the pillow being warm, the shower always being a bit too hot, or a bit too cold. They spill a bit of coffee on their favorite shirt, and that everything they eat tastes just slightly off. I hope their gas for their car is just a few cents more than everyone else, I hope they get caught by every, and I mean every, telemarketer they come across. I hope someone signs them up for a scientology subscription that they just can't seem to get rid of. I hope every time they interact with their friends, they feel slightly left out, but not enough to ever say anything about it. Because this is totally lame behavior!

Sorry if that was harsh, I just hope that dude never gets a chance to read my fic, or be apart of this pack! Thanks to all you cool cats who support me though. Just know I think you guys are rad as hell!

[futuristic-koala]

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[myhiddenquerencia]

Look at you, Wiping your own tears With the same hands That long to be held

Ayesha Zahra

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[emotionalclutter]

You would never hold out your hand (for me)

I would’ve done it all for you,

If you had only changed your mind.

Maybe things could have been different.

Maybe I would’ve never left that day, and you wouldn’t ever think of leaving me behind.

But you often seem to have some not-so-kind things to say.

You could have expressed what you really meant, what you really wanted,

Guess you were too busy blaming me.

I missed the red flag when you said “I have no boundaries”.

Man I wish I could go back and open my eyes,

Or maybe sew myself shut.

Because I saw too much potential while you failed to see it at all.

It took me years to learn that you were too set in your ways, by then I felt like even my presence was a burden, always in your way.

But with my big heart I still would’ve done right by you.

Now I have a new daily lesson,

“Never fall for someone that won’t be there to catch you”,

Cause you’ll end up injured and they’ll just walk away.

[insomniphic]

I saw a peak of @gigizetz’s Warrior Penelope au and the first thing I thought of was angst. Not a dope design 😔

[anotherpapercut]

"summer is the worst" "no winter is!!!" actually both are. down with Big Temperature. spring and autumn for the win