#i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself

[thearchaeologicalwitch]

I dont like pictures of myself. I think I look hideous. But I love my eyes. They remind me of my parents and that I have the same strength and sense of self. The tea cup, i guess, is because Im a tea-phile...like, I have an unhealthy amount of tea. With my current life, however, I dont get to enjoy good tea/ easygoing culture. Plus, it covers up my face, which I don't like. Maybe there's some psychological therapizing that could be happening right now. I use the beauty of tea culture to cover up my own perceived shortcomings.

hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’ 

so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.

[homunculus-argument]

"I never see you at the club"

Well I never see you [remembers I wasn't supposed to talk about the devil's sacrament] uh yeah I just don't see. At all. I hated the sight of you so much that I blinded myself to be free of ever having to endure it again. Fuck you man.

[nonomikun]

happy valentines day! :D

i was thinking about either redrawing my old work or making something new...but just ended up exploiting my old idea XD

the lyrics are from unreleased dallon weekes song "valentine"

( o˘◡˘o) reblogs appreciated!

[rafesbabygirlx]

can you do something with Rafe and a very naive reader who doesn’t know when a guy is flirting with her and she’s just super friendly? like rafe will get confrontational and possessive but he’s never mean to his girl because she doesn’t know any better and he drags her out of the bar angrily but then is super sweet to her and they have car sex and maybe like the guy walks by and sees them and Rafe smirks at him through the window.

Pleaseeeeeeeeeee??????

Oooooff YES

I feel like I might get a little carried away with this one (I just finished and yes... it is long lol)

𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚋𝚏!𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚡 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚟𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚌𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐)

𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

The bar was alive with music, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. You were seated in a booth with Rafe, Kelce, Topper, and a few of your girlfriends, all of you were caught up in conversation, shouting over the music. Between stories and bursts of laughter, you finally glanced down and realized your glass was nearly empty.

Slipping away from the table, you made your way toward the bar, leaning in slightly to get the bartender’s attention.

“Vodka soda, please,” you ordered.

As you waited, you felt someone step up beside you. You turned slightly and saw a tall brunette guy—broad shoulders, sharp features, a confident stance.

“You here with anyone?” he asked casually, his voice smooth but loud enough to be heard over the music.

“Yeah,” you nodded, gesturing over my shoulder toward my group. 

You didn’t think anything of it, but he moved a little closer, resting his elbow on the bar. “Nice. You come here often?”

You shook my head. “Not really, just whenever my friends want to. What about you?”

“Every now and then,” he shrugged. “I’m Eric, by the way.”

“y/n.”

The bartender slid your drink over, and you picked it up, but you didn’t rush back to the table. Eric was easy to talk to, and after all, it was just casual conversation.

“So, y/n, what do you do?” he asked, taking a sip from his own drink.

“I’m a senior in college,” you said. “Studying fashion.”

His eyebrows lifted with interest. “That’s cool. So you’re into fashion?”

You laughed. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

He smirked. “Alright, be honest—do I look like I know anything about fashion?”

You gave him a once-over, eyeing his fitted black t-shirt and well-worn jeans. “You’re doing alright,” you teased. “No major offenses.”

“Good to know. I’d hate to be a walking fashion crime.” He leaned in slightly. “So, what’s the dream job?”

You hesitated for a second, taking a sip of your drink. “Marketing for a fashion brand, something creative. I love the behind-the-scenes of campaigns and branding.”

“That actually sounds really interesting,” he said, nodding. “Ever thought about starting your own thing?”

“I mean, maybe one day,” you admitted. “I’d want to work somewhere first, really get the experience before diving into anything myself.”

“That’s smart.” He tilted his glass toward me. “To future success, then.”

I clinked my drink against his, smiling. “To future success.”

“y/n.”

The sound of my name in a familiar voice made me turn, and there was Rafe, standing just a few feet away, watching the conversation unfold. His expression was unreadable, but his sharp blue eyes were locked on Eric.

afe walked up behind you, placing a hand on your waist. "Oh hi, Rafey!" you greeted, wrapping your arm around his waist as he moved in close to you.

"And who's this?" Rafe asked, his tone even but laced with something unreadable.

"This is Eric," you said casually. "We just started talking. He's really nice. We should hang out with him."

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, is he now?"

"Yeah, he is."

Rafe’s gaze didn’t shift from Eric as he spoke. "And what have you and my girlfriend been talking about exactly?"

Eric shifted uncomfortably under Rafe’s stare. "Look, man, she didn’t say she had a boyfriend."

Rafe let out a sharp laugh, but there was no humor in it. "Oh, so it's her fault you're a creep?"

"Rafe, we were just talking, I don’t understand," you said, your grip around his waist tightening as you started to feel nervous.

But Rafe broke your hold, moving around to the other side of you, stepping directly in front of Eric. His presence alone made Eric take a step back.

"Listen, man," Rafe said, his voice low and firm. "I watched the whole interaction. You saw her with a group, you saw her ring, and you still thought you had a shot?" He leaned in slightly, his jaw tight. "Next time, when a girl gives you a polite response, take the hint and walk away."

Eric put his hands up. "Dude, I didn’t mean anything—"

"Did I say you could talk?" Rafe cut him off, his voice steady but dangerous.

Eric glanced between you and Rafe, clearly realizing he was outmatched. "Alright, man. Chill. I was just being friendly."

"Then be friendly somewhere else, before I make you regret it," Rafe said coldly, taking a step closer, forcing Eric to back away further.

Eric muttered something under his breath before turning and disappearing into the crowd.

Rafe exhaled sharply, shaking his head. Then he looked down at you, his expression softening slightly. "You okay?"

You nodded, still processing the sudden shift in energy. "Yeah. Rafe, that was—"

"He was too close," Rafe interrupted, sliding an arm back around your waist protectively. "And I don’t like people thinking they can just walk up on you like that."

You sighed, resting your head briefly against his shoulder. "Let’s just go, okay?"

Rafe nodded, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your head. "Yeah, let’s go."

With his arm still around you, he led you back through the bar, his grip just a little tighter than before.

Rafe tossed you gently into the back seat, sliding in right after you. His eyes were dark, filled with something unreadable.

"You're too sweet for your own good, baby," he murmured before crashing his lips against yours.

You pulled away slightly, breathless. "I don't know what you mean."

He exhaled, shaking his head with a small smirk. "You see the good in everyone. So much so that you don’t even realize how he was coming onto you. I’m not mad at you, you don’t know any better, but he was taking advantage of your kindness. Thinking he could have you. Take you away from me."

You frowned. "No, Rafe, he wasn’t. He was just being nice."

You let out a small laugh, but Rafe’s hand was suddenly on your chin, tilting your face up to meet his. Your smile faded when you saw the seriousness in his eyes.

"See what I mean?" he muttered.

You swallowed. "No, Rafe, I don’t. Why can't someone just be nice?"

His jaw clenched. "It’s the actions, baby. He was no good."

You sighed, shaking your head. "Whatever you s—"

Before you could finish, Rafe leaned in again, kissing you deeply, possessively. His hands gripped your waist as if grounding himself in you.

"Show me who you belong to," he whispered against your lips, pushing you down to the car floor.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours as he unbuckles his pants. You stare up at him with those big sweet doe eyes of yours and grab a hold of him once he's free, peppering kisses on his tip. Rafe throws his head back once you lower your mouth on him.

"Fuck- just like that," he speaks through gritted teeth.

You bob your head up down, taking in as much of him as you can. He moans at how good you make him feel. But in a split second, the vision of - that guy- all over you pisses him off and he grabs the back of your head and begins to buck up his hips jamming himself into the back of your throat. He doesn't mean to take his anger out on you, his sweet girl, but that shit really pissed him off.

You gag on him and grip onto his thighs, trying to breathe through your nose as best you can. Rafe thrusts a few more times before releasing himself from your mouth. He lets you catch your breath for a second before lifting you back onto the seat and laying you down.

He bunches up your dress around your waist and pulls down your underwear, tossing them into the front seat. He puts his thumb in his mouth getting it wet and brings it to your clit, rubbing it softly. You buck up at the feeling but Rafe grabs your waist and pushes you back down.

"Baby, you are the sweetest girl I know," Rafe murmured while not letting up from your clit.

You moan at his sweet words.

"You mean everything to me. No man could ever take you away from me. You’re mine."

You find it hard to speak, but need to let him know. "Rafe, I’m always yours. You know that."

His grip on your waist tightened. "I know, but I don’t want anyone else thinking they have a chance. I love you too much for that."

You smiled, placing a hand on his chest. "I love you too. Always."

Rafe sighed, leaning down to you for a deep kiss. "Good. Because I don’t plan on ever letting you go."

He moves down and attaches his mouth to you. Swirling his tongue around your clit, replacing his finger. He then sucks on it and you put your arm over your mouth to let out a loud moan into it, considering you're in the middle of a parking lot. Rafe puts a stop to that quickly.

"Let me hear you, no one's around." He smirks up at you and you smile back.

He continues to eat you out before moving up and pushing his pants down more and lining up to your entrance. Wasting no time in wanting to be inside you. He slowly pushes in and you throw your head back into the leather seat. Rafe doesn't take a second to adjust before pulling out and slamming back into you.

He sets a relentless pace, his motivation- that asshole back in the bar and loving the way you squirm beneath him. After a few moments, there is chatter outside the car, you panic but Rafe doesn't let up. Someone comes by the window to the car next to Rafe's. You can't hold back your moans and go to move your hand, but Rafe pins both of them over your head.

Rafe notices that familiar face to be Eric. He's nosy and moves over to the window to see what the faint noises are. Rafe stares at him through it and smirks wickedly.

"Wanna come, sweet girl?"

"Yes," you cry out and let out a loud moan signaling your end.

Rafe continues to fuck you through your orgasm, finding his own coming deep inside you, all while that dipshit from inside stands and watches like the creep Rafe knew he was.

tags + some moots 💗

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[andrewzehusky]

I got Mollusk + Fighting and...

honestly, not loving it but I wanted to take the little challenge. This stabby, fighting, abalone-like pokemon propels itself to pierce into its opponents.

pokèmonize yourself!!!!

spin this wheel to see your pokemon type

spin this one to see how you'll look like

[vaspider]

Hey spider, I’ve been by your tumblr several times in the last day to help keep myself grounded. I wanted to say thanks and pass along my own thoughts to others checking in.

This fucking sucks and I hate it. But this moment feels very different to me than 2016. Not that I feel *great* about weathering the next four+ years, but, I’m not collapsing in despair either.

Fact is we survived four years of this, we had four years of relative “peace,” and it’s back into the shitstorm. The situation is different, more dire, yes, but we’re also different, too. We survived and we have lessons to glean from that to apply to our future.

Your job, if that frame is helpful for you, is to look at what you can offer your community and start cultivating opportunities to help other people. 

Are you strong? I helped an older gentleman recycle heavy boxes of papers (by heaving them into a dumpster for him) and that lit up my MONTH.

Can you do dishes? There is an elder in your community who could use the help (and the company!).

Do you not go to church, on Sundays or otherwise? There may be a hospice center that needs volunteers to stay with patients while their people are at Sunday services.

Do you have a car and some time? Maybe you can do pickups for food banks or other types of food rescue work.

Do you know spreadsheets? Hoo boy. Everybody needs somebody who can do spreadsheets.

These are ideas of where you might start. But the real work is to cultivate relationships of goodwill and good faith with others in your community. Start talking to organizations, look for people who are already embedded, doing good work. Look for role models, people who connect: people to other people, people to resources. Don’t be afraid to speak up when you need help, yourself – strong relationships are reciprocal. People need each other *so badly,* and in ways our culture does not equip us to understand.

Show up where and when you can and be ready to hold the hands of others. It’s going to be hard, but you can develop the skills and the relationships to make it through.

thanks again, spider.

This is good advice.

One thing I heard today that cracked me up - I was listening to Gianmarco Soresi's podcast today, and he has Brennan Lee Mulligan on this episode. Brennan was talking about how he ran a load of diapers over to Rekha at one point bc she was collecting stuff for LA wildfires aid, and when he got home, his wife, Izzy, was sitting at her computer and going through Zillow and researching rental listings and reporting listings to the authorities who are breaking CA rent control laws. (In CA, there are limits to how much you can raise the rent on a unit at one time/within a certain period of time.)

Like... that's a thing that she could do while she was sitting at her computer being at home with the baby while Brennan ran an errand that did measurable good in the world. Reporting predatory landlords does real, measurable good.

What's important is not that you're doing the most good or the most important good. What's important is that you Find Something To Do That Helps and you Do That Thing.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

love tested

words: 1.1k

warnings: partying, drinking, dealer!rafe, rafe gets kissed without permission

“you sure you don't want to go to the party baby?” rafe asks.

“yeah, im sure.” you nod, assignments piling up that you need to get to.

“alright, im going to talk to barry then ill be back home.” rafe presses a kiss to your lips. he wouldn't go if he didn't have to, but he promised barry that he would attend so they could talk shipments.

“mkay. just text me when you're on your way home.” you aren't worried at all about rafe being at the party without you, and you really do have to get the assignments done to pass your class.

“sounds good. love you.” rafe kisses your forehead before heading out of the house as you pull out your textbook.

--

rafe steps into the house, eyes scanning the foyer, already looking for barry. he wants to get in and get out. things have changed since he first started dating you. he is no longer as interested in partying and getting high, although he still will on occasion with you. he doesn’t need the drugs and alcohol anymore now that he has you to bring him happiness.

he still deals, but is much safer about it now. “hey man.” topper greets rafe, dapping him up as rafe nods to him.

“have you seen barry?” rafe asks.

“yeah, i think hes on the patio outside.” topper waves a hand in the direction of the back of the house, which is when rafe notices how drunk he is, speech slurred and eyes glossed over.

“thanks.” rafe says, making a mental note to check on topper before he leaves. he finds barry sitting on the patio. rafe slides into the chair next to him, and they don’t waste any time before beginning to talk about the upcoming shipments and when rafe can offload the product.

they finish up speaking, making a point not to do anything over the phone, just in case. rafe is extra careful now that he has you to look after.

“hey man, these girls want a group picture, come on.” topper says, stumbling into the table.

“i dont want to be in it.” barry says, raising his hands up.

“me either.” rafe chimes in. he’s ready to leave, to get back home to you.

“come on.” topper says, pouting at rafe, which makes him laugh, as if that would have any impact on him.

“no. why don’t you let me drive you home?” rafe asks, standing up and nodding goodbye to barry, trying to lead topper away.

“take this picture first. come on, theyre really hot.” topper says.

“fine, whatever.” rafe groans. he doesn’t need pictures of himself floating around on the internet, but he does want to make sure topper gets home safe.

rafe sees the group of girls, all practically looking like clones of each other with the same bleached blonde hair and big fake lashes. “alright, make it quick.” rafe calls out. 

they all move closer, smiling towards the girl holding the camera. rafe takes a step away, but before he can move, a girl wraps her arm around his shoulder, pressing her lips to his.

“what the fuck?” rafe pulls away, shoving the girl back by her shoulders. “what the fuck was that?” rafe shouts, face flushing with anger.

“relax.” the girl laughs, flipping her hair over his shoulder. “you haven't been as fun since you got that new girlfriend.”

rafes face suddenly goes pale, eyes glancing at all the phone cameras pointing at him. they must have caught the interaction and he's sure it's already spreading around. outer banks is a small community after all.

“go fuck yourself.” rafe spits at the girl, stomping away, but not before grabbing topper by the arm and dragging him along.

“you okay man?” barry asks, suddenly appearing out of the crowd.

“that girl just fucking forced herself on me and kissed me. i need to get back home to y/n.” rafe says. barry doesn't ask any more questions, slinging his arm under toppers and pulling him along, out of the house.

“she'll understand what happened, country club.” barry says as topper climbs into the passenger seat, instantly slumping down.

rafe just nods. he knows your reasonable, he knows you'll understand, but he still needs to get home to you, to make sure you aren't left confused until he can explain.

rafe considers taking topper home first as he peels out of the driveway, but topper is already asleep.

rafe breaks the speed limit to get home for you, not caring as he leaves topper in the car, head against the window.

“baby.” rafe calls, running right up to the office where you set up a study session, but you're not in there. textbooks are still open, laptop screen still on your essay, but no you.

“baby, where are you?” rafe shouts, bursting into the bedroom when he sees you laying there, wrapped up in the covers, cheeks stained with tears.

“i can explain.” rafe says, getting down onto his knees, not wanting to get onto the bed, not wanting to intrude on your space if you need it.

“rafe-” you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the mattress. you press your hands to his cheeks, a pleading look in his eyes.

“she just pulled me and kissed me out of nowhere, i would never cheat on you, i love you so much, please believe me-”

“i do believe you. it's okay.” you sigh, bending down and pressing a kiss to rafes lips. “someone sent me a dm on insta of the kiss, but then like a minute later i got sent the longer video of you shoving her off. even in that minute, i knew there was an explanation. im not mad, just sad that you had to go through that.”

“i love you.” rafe says, leaning forward, pressing his face against your thighs, finally able to take a deep breath, to calm down.

“i love you too.” you coo, rubbing your hands over his head.

“oh.” rafe picks his head up to look at you. “and i have a very drunk topper in my car and hes gonna need to stay here for the night.”

you let out a laugh. you know topper has helped rafe before when he was too drunk or high, so it's only right that he returns the favor now.

“you bring him in, ill get the guest room set up.” you tell rafe, sliding off the bed as you both stand.

“hey, baby wait.” rafe calls, grabbing your hand and pulling your body back against his.

“what?” you question, but rafe just ducks his head, pressing his lips to yours. “thank you.” he whispers.

you place your hand on his cheek, looking up into his soft blue eyes. “i love you. now come on, let's get topper inside.”

rafe nods, a smile on his face as he watches you go into the guest room before heading out to help his friend.

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[cadaverre]

hi i need to be loved pls ….. need 2 b the only one someone wants

[chaotic-cuttlefish]

accidentally was 4 hours too late when cancelling my mubi subscription before the free trial ended, and was charged $20. Killing myself fr this time

[walnutcookie]

god. im so fucking selfish

[clumsyclifford]

It’s not even about the sexuality crisis anymore, honestly; he just doesn’t think Alex deserves the satisfaction of knowing he can successfully induce a sexuality crisis in Brian. It’s kind of unfair that Alex has that much power, and that he’s aware of it. If he’s going to be parading around seducing band guys on Warped Tour, he should at least have the decency to pick the ones who are already into guys.

[iwannabe-l-l-l-l-legendary]

@nowjumpinthewater or something

I'm VERY obsessed w my personal space & alone time, so if I wanna spend time & talk to you, you’re very special to me..

[running-in-the-dark]

a few days ago (no, actually it's been weeks now), I wanted to make some cute pattern weights for sewing - I had a pack of washers and had planned to crochet something to put them in. I decided slices of fruit would be nice and not too difficult. I've got a lot of yarn that I use when I make amigurumi, so I figured I'd have enough colours to make it work.

except they weren't exactly right. so then I ordered more yarn.

then it got here, and I decided I needed to reorganise all of it again because now it wouldn't fit in the small box I had been using. so I bought a few new boxes.

but just putting the yarn in there wouldn't be that convenient when I'm looking for a particular colour. so I printed the colour chart, laminated it, and spent two nights cutting strands of each yarn that I own and glueing them on there.

then it bothered me that some of the yarn was still in the skeins it comes in, while I had wound most of it with my yarn winder. so of course I then had to do the rest as well.

now they were looking nice and neat! except only the old ones were labeled, and not in a way that was practical for finding anything. so I bought more stuff and spent several days making nice labels that I can clip on top, and remove easily when I need to.

so I've now spent several weeks and a bunch more money... and don't have a single finished pattern weight. when I could have just bought some. or you know. used the damn washers as they were. 😭

and when I was done with everything. instead of actually starting to crochet what I had wanted. I found a scarf I started knitting maybe 2-3 years ago and decided it needs to be finished now.

and even if I do manage to ever make the damn things. the actual point was to start using my new sewing machine!! I'm not even close to doing that!

and. AND. what I NEED to be doing. is writing my fucking bachelor thesis!!!

[squidflavoredsoup]

mama n her babies

[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.

[emmy-yourfav]

reblog

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...