#he hurt me

[chrissy-kaos]

"You're miles away but I still feel you. Anywhere I go, there you are"

[rainandflies]

REN AND LAWRENCE COULD'VE BEEN THE BEST OF FRIENDS BUT HERE WE ARE

:^0 why is lawrence in your damn closet ren WDYM STAB HIM??

no im good i refuse! :3 i like lawrence too much to harm him

[apexsystem-backup]

TW VENT ‼️

TW for $h + BPD episode + eyestrain under cut

You ever just have a BPD episode and just have this moment :D

[peachesandhunii]

ANDY 👹

He really hurt me when he said that. We won the challenge! 😒 WE should get the alone time 😭

[antidepressantswithblood]

I look so disgustingly fat and i didn't even cut deep enough because this is what a have rn, not even sharp blades, i need a cigarette so bad and 7 more alprazolam cause the one's i took are worthless

I love the moon and I hope I died looking at her

[schizo-mechanic]

what is a son without his father

what is a brother without his brother

what is one without the other?

what can i be without him? maybe the options are limitless, but they're unappetizing. and that in itself is one big umbrella of limitations. really, who do i think i am to attempt to imagine a life without my brother?

this is disgusting. but that word too, disgusting, it's becoming redundant. we are all encased in something disgusting, we scraped our way through gooey birth canals and our noses and gums smeared with our parents fluids before first washes. we have scat kinks and like the feeling of flicking rubber bands against our hairy limbs. we fuck and spit and curse and even if you don't;; your body churns food through mucky tubes in your center, the house you live in has held construction workers who beat their wives or molest their kids.

i think disgust is brilliance, i don't run from being a repugnant human. i think it's neat, exhilerating. if you scrub your conscience clean, you're only leaving a broader surface for flies to land.

you can't taste chocolate if you haven't tasted dirt first

[telltale-apologist]

I’m gonna throw up

[wellensittich01]

Dick 9 times out of 10 failing to hide a severe injury from the rest of the batfam because without fail when he’s tired or drugged or generally not firing on all cylinders his native accent comes out as thick as the day he met Bruce.

- - -

Bruce: Dick come down for a check up I saw you take that hit for Tim.

Dick, halfway towards the cave exit and still going, in the quietest voice possible: im fine

Bruce: Say squirrel and you can leave.

Dick:

Bruce:

Jason:

Tim:

Damien:

Dick: …skweeerrehl.

Jason: Get him boys.

[hinamie]

to moving forward

[bluegiragi]

blindspot (part 1)

early access + nsfw on patreon monster!AU masterpost

[dairyofaborderlinebrat]

Things a dude I thought loved me said #2

“I will always tell you the truth no matter how hard it is. I want you to trust me.”

(He hid his new boo from me and hurt me multiple times and never tried to make it right and when I begged him to stay he picked the new girl ) 💔❤️‍🩹

[anothersadb1tch444]

PART 1 : "From strangers to friends Friends into lovers And strangers again?"

[this is my final goodbye piece. i want heal.]

i met a guy on Twitter, he randomly followed me one day and i saw that but didn't follow back... his account was an NSFW account. after scrolling and looking at his account trying to figure out who this was ... i listened to his audio... i liked his voice (I find voices attractive). so i then went on to compliment him in his DMs ( so odd bc i dont never DM people i don't know). i didn't think he would reply. however, he had now followed my private Twitter account as well. i didn't let him in as i didnt know him and that's a place for my friends. (I lose my mind and retweet cat pics all day). Anyway, he answered my messages and we got to talk it was so light and funny and easygoing. boom i could feel my guard sleeping down. i then after talking to him for what didn't feel like hours ( it was ) decided to let him into my private Twitter account. we started talking more and one thing led to the next i added him on Snapchat so we could (I'm embarrassed to say this) we could have phone s3x. it was fun, it was a rush and i did think that was that and we would move on. from one random day on the 5th of Feb 2024 it turned into 61 days of wholesome, funny sweet messages and calls with some lustful moments ... until it wasn't... ( to be continued )

[chloesimaginationthings]

Abby and Into the pit Oswald have similar “friends”..

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[caffstrink]

Comic about something that happened in 2019

[thebrainrotsreal]

Drew this real quick because I fucking love these two so much ???? Especially Bee. I wish they interacted more so badly. PLEASE.

Also learning how to draw these guys.. slowly.