#i’m unlovable

[liesmultixxx]

you know, i feel like i’m so far behind in life

like i’ll never catch up

“you’re still so young”

and yet it feels like it’s too late for me

where’s hope?

i don’t know, must’ve lost it somewhere the second or third time my heart has been shattered

i want to stay strong, to keep fighting, keep trying

and yet i sit here in my room, ruminating how to change

with no prospects of ever changing at all

because i’m scared

so scared

[chrissy-kaos]

Hi, do you have a boyfriend?

Nope.

[bl00m-to-death]

i just have to sit here and pretend like everything is fine. until i boil over again and split on you. i’ll destroy everything for a couple days then beg for you to take me back. how can i live without you? once i come out of it and i dont preceive you as evil anymore, all i do is crave you. and if you refuse to take me back ill want to die.

[ep1thymy]

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[addictt-with-a-pen]

not gonna sugarcoat it my dudes, I want to d i e.

[lusaph]

Men are such dicks.

[saltair-and-webweaves]

Who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me?

you say you don’t want a boyfriend, but you know that’s not true - Charlotte Green/the voice - Anaïs Nin/the unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath/tolerate it - Taylor Swift/the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - Sylvia Plath/the unexpurgated diary of anaïs nin - Anaïs Nin/ @treebloods/@lovebeing-a-girl/@ sanwtch on instagram/ @onlyanothermundane/@tullispink/I am an observer, but not by choice - @fatimaamerbilal/the prophecy - Taylor Swift/criss cross - Lynne Rae Perkins/Vladimir Mayakovsky in a letter to Lili Brik/what I could never confess without some bravado - Emily Palermo/little weirds - Jenny Slate

requested here

[theflowerkingdom]

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[demisco]

Real

In my slut era (I wanna be held and loved by someone so badly)

[ysabellious]

you are coming down with me / hand in unlovable hand.

[liesmultixxx]

i don’t know what people hate more about me- my looks or my personality 😔

[killmx]

personal

[imposterogers]

realizing the weasel was so protective over the princess because she reminded him of the little girl that he couldn’t save…… I’m sick. I’m SICK!!!!

[bruciemilf]

Supervillain who finally has Batman cornered: Ironic, isn’t it? The most beloved hero in the world. And no one’s in your corner.

Bruce, sighing in relief because It’s Over, Finally:

Nightwing, walking in, saying absolutely nothing, ready to fight:

Red Hood, throwing away his guns and just squaring the fuck up:

Robin, hissing and snapping his teeth while pulling up with TWO swords:

Harley, happily walking in with the angriest smile you’ve ever seen and her hammer ready:

Selina, who somehow acquired three tigers:

Alfred, sleeves rolled and shotgun ready:

Batwoman, crashing through the building with the Batmobile:

Batgirl, somehow glaring so strongly you can feel it through her mask:

Talia, ready to snap a man’s neck with her bare hands:

Clark, blasting through the building with the rage of 100 suns:

Harvey, no guns, no weapons, just pissed off ex husband energy:

Wonder Woman, getting her shield and sword ready:

Green Arrow, taking the most lethal arrows in his arsenal out:

Ghostmaker, strutting in, ready to kill and piss Bruce off:

Thomas and Martha’s ghosts possessing two random civilians:

Supervillain:

Supervillain: please tell them not to kill me

Bruce, sighing harder: I’ll try

[fr0ak1e]

just a little life update: unlovable!

[tornado1992]

Miles doesn’t hate his tails.

No matter how much the people in his town told him to.

Even if every time he tries to play close by the village he gets chased and practically hunted down because some scary adults want to “hang out his tails on the wall”.

Even if the mothers pry their children away from him so they won’t “get cursed by the mutant”.

Even if his first memory is running from some big kids who chased him away from a store for eating some scraps from the garbage while yelling “Two tailed freaks don’t even deserve trash!”

The only apparent difference between him and the people who hate him being the number of tails, or rather, the not singularity of his.

It seemed like the reason why they all despised him was because of them, an abnormality, was the kindest way they called them.

They kept saying his tails were bad. But it didn’t made any sense. His tails weren’t bad. They kept him warm on the coldest nights, shelter him from the rain, and protect him from the town’s kid’s fists.

They were his only company and comfort, his blanket and pillow, and they were the only thing he had. He couldn’t hate them.

It didn’t matter if they were the apparent reason for his loneliness and the town’s rejection, Miles knew that even if he could cut one of them the townsfolk still wouldn’t want him.

His tails were big enough to cover him almost completely, protecting him by curling around him and not letting go even when the fur on them was ripped, torn, or burned. He could chew on the tip of their fur when his stomach hurt too much not to try and bite something, even if the matted fur on them might hurt sometimes. He didn’t have any toys or coloring books, but he could always play with his tails whenever he felt too lonely, he would chase them and they would not go away, sometimes they moved on their own when he was playing, he didn’t know why, but whenever it happened it made him feel a little bit happier, even if it meant as potential risk of him being found by his abusers if they moved when he didn’t tell them too, it still made him happy.

He could hug his tails while sleeping, pretending someone was actually there with him, if he concentrated enough, he could pretend the fur that was keeping him warm wasn’t his own, he could imagine it was maybe a loving mom, a caring dad, or… anyone, but he could feel loved.

He didn’t hate his tails.

Everyone hated him, and that might not have a solution, but everyone also seemed to hate his tails. He knows how it feels when everybody hates you, he doesn’t want his tails to feel like everyone in the world hates them too. So even if it’s just him, even if no one else ever likes them, and even if some day he dies because someone hated them enough to do something about it, he won’t hate his tails.

He doesn’t think anyone could love his tails ever, and he doesn’t know if he is capable of loving them himself, but liking them should be enough. He hopes his tails can understand.

He hopes that at least his tails could feel a little bit of love some day.