#i am DONE you are you are YOURE GONE

[sayingyournames]

y’all ever drive to the gas station at 3am and absolutely yell along to ‘jude law and a semester abroad’?

[aimmyarrowshigh]

::heavily exhales my 19th cigarette in an hour::

the entire mcu

it's about mothers

it's about unconditional love being so powerful that sometimes that power manifests as amazing, superhuman feats

whether good or tragic

it's all about ::lights another cigarette:: the mothers

[fatedroses]

Chance encounters in Costa del Sol.

[skitskatdacat63]

Hello guys!!!!! Aforementioned project is finally finished 🫠 It was meant to be just a simple weekend project, and ended up being 30+ hours over the period of like four days. I don't think I'm an actual normal human anymore. This is the project that caused everyone in my life to question my mental and physical wellbeing and health. But I'm super excited to share this all of you!!!! Please enjoy!!!! Even if you don't like vettonso, I hope this is still interesting????

If you make any, please reblog this or tag me in it! I'm excited to see what other people, other than just me suffering alone in my bedroom, make out of this!!! <3

[therealslimscreamer]

*points at tiso* hey what if i gave you a daughter

[ilostyou]

taylor x 5sos parallels - part 6/?

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[the-personiftranslator]

generally you will never hold a conversation with all the members of a community that has an embodiment. personification power lies in the greater trust one person has for a stranger who belongs to the same group as them than the stranger who doesn’t, euphoric solidarity from ‘I like your shoelaces—thanks, I stole them from the president’; we have something in common. if everybody knows each other, the social web is complete, end to end, and they don’t need something more to keep it intact.

personifications aren’t meant to be fully understood. for their avatars to materialize, the city must grow too large for everyone to be neighbors, or the fandom must reach Stage 2 of their life cycle. it’s not their healing or their longevity or their connection to their true bodies that makes them eldritch—it’s the fact that as soon as one person knows everything about them, they lose their reason to live.

the tendency of humans in cities to accumulate knowledge and overspecialize and create ever more complicated rituals, mythologies, and technologies is simply the survival instinct of the larger organism they’re a part of.

[softshuji]

Any men out there wanna pretend to be my bf to get my parents off my case about marriage? I am so so serious right now.

[jasontoddstherapist]

PSA |

Yes this is a Jason Peter Todd centric blog, but it's also 100% supportive of Talia al Ghul. There will be no slander here. No perpetuating of the racist, misogynistic bullshit that drove the narrative divebomb of her character.

[dredshirtroberts]

huh... the way my parents showed me the world worked was really kind of fucked up, it's no fucking wonder i have an anxiety disorder frankly.

[cat-chthesehands]

maybe I'll never get to say it but it's eating me up from the inside. my heart is rotting like an apple, where I barely show the puncture. but a press, a cut, shows the inside is brown and gritty and falling away.

I cannot apologize anymore. I cannot be screamed down again. I did everything I could; I was going to swap the thing you liked, but that wasn't good enough. it wasn't enough to feel bad about it and apologize and remove it from your presence. it wasn't enough to say I had realized how I'd misstepped, say it out loud, apologize again. it was not enough to become small. i could not even say that it hurt me for you to look into my eyes, say you knew I had tried to be kind and heartful, and to then slash me to ribbons as if I had been purposeful.

then you dumped things you had already accepted like garbage into the public rooms. you entered my PRIVATE room and dropped things on the floor just so I would have to encounter them, look at them, and know I was being punished. you almost broke my girlfriend's ( HER room TOO) neck, tripping on the things you were too venomous with anger and hatred for me to even put in the laundry. you screamed at me until I shattered when I begged for a face to face to face conversation over text and when you cut me on purpose again with the accusation that I was only hurt because I was acting entitled to your space. I was never entitled to your space ; it was that you were going out of your way to do the things you k ew would hurt me, to punish me for something you knew was an accident, something you knew I had done from love, something I apologized for profusely. you told me I was cut from your life and your space, and then you came home and helped yourself to my space and my things some more, entitling the comforts and conveniences that come with having me in your space to yourself without so much as asking permission. if I had entered your room while you slept, if I had screamed at you and slammed things and involved YOUR girlfriend in OUR fight, you would call me toxic and say I was violating your boundaries and you would be right. I was the asshole for saying that your purposeful misrepresentation of me was painful, and that was inappropriate because you were being vulnerable, but when I was being vulnerable and telling you my heart was broken because the last three years had been a sham, you told me I was cruel for saying that and had hurt you, but that wasn't you being the asshole.

you have a lot of rules that only apply to me, but it's fine when you do them. I think of you constantly and that is oppressive to you. I buy gifts and am never told do much as thank you, often met with open resentment. i filled my home with your favorite foods so that you didnt have to eat at restaurants and you sobbed that I must think you a glutton. I confessed tens of times how deeply I was in love with you and how I could not imagine my future without you, and you never said the same back.

my enemies were not your enemies, so when I made yours mine it was a violation. I begged to be a team but you barely wanted to be in the same room as me. I forgave your open resentment whenever I would try to conversate with you for months, telling myself it wasn't me, you were just struggling with your health, because when I asked if I was the reason you were upset you only became angrier and raised your voice, demanding I stop making it "about me," only to reveal when you left me that it WAS about me, and I hadn't done enough to assuage your anger. you revealed secrets to me near a decade in the keeping and told me I should have known better, that you shouldn't have had to tell me, while when I came to you with anger or struggle you only said, "did you tell them?" when you couldn't even tell ME.

some seven years this has been. I look back and wonder brokenly if you ever loved me, or if you said it back because I said it first. in the last three years, I can count on one hand the kisses you came to me for, but couldn't count on fingers and toes how many times you have rejected watching something I'm passionate for, after making a point more than once to tell me to just ask for your company and you would give it.

I feel hollow and rotten and ruined and wrung out. I can't leave my room because what if you see me and you're angry again?

I know you won't apologize. you told me to hurt and cry and seethe and that you will not care. I cannot fathom why I was hurt and surprised when I read it. it's nothing new. you won't talk to me when I cry, you've called me manipulative for it. for being fucking sad that you're angry at me. i want to be freed from this pain.

over a stupid fucking calendar.

[crayonurchin]

21 year old Me: I guess I'm just paralysed by fear of alcohol forever it's just who I am OCD: :3 21 year old me: OH

22 year old me: If I drive I'll murder someone so I must not drive OCD: :3 22 year old me: wait is THIS why I asked for convention tickets and not driving lessons on my 16th birthday??

23 year old me: It's totally normal to be so scared of failure you never try OCD: :3 23 year old me: God damn it that's obvious

24 year old me: I think it's totally normal to be afraid that everyone is constantly on the verge of suicide and that if I don't prevent it I technically killed them OCD: :3 24 year old me: you soN OF A BI-

25 year old me: Despite having never once questioned my gender identity in my life, if I don't figure out right this second if I'm secretly trans and need to cut off my boobs, I will surely die and everyone will think I am transphobic OCD: :3 25 year old me: I am this close-

26 year old me: As long as I constantly monitor myself to be as perfect as possible, nobody will know or suffer how horrible I actually am OCD: :3 26 year old me reaching for the rusty stapler: okay you little shit...

[starbuck]

i don’t hold grudges, but i only let people break my trust once and not trusting someone is a relatively similar phenomenon.

[the-brainrot-central]

Writing over 30,000 words worth of content for a fic only to realize it’s all pointless because you have no interest in it anymore and you were never gonna finish it anyway….

What even is The Point anymore

[tarantula-hawk-wasp]

‘City of New Orleans’ is a very good morning song tbh