#letitallout

[arjunasearth]

Could finally upload the vids with Sound! :D

Me in my natural habitat: vibin, dancin.

Wave in Motion is what you are. SOURCE in motion.

[doomedw0lf]

I did this with a stage play. I went and saw it. It was my play. Mind you it was one of those plays where you get a ton of people together and just basically do an all night play for hours per night but i literally went "this is so good it's like familiar but on a divine level....wait a minute....it's literally my public work!

I just reada really good fic but halfway through I realized "oh shit this is really familiar.... didn't I write something like this once?" And as I kept reading I kept predicting what happened next and the further I went the more convinced I was that they'd ripped off my story-

like, copied the ENTIRE plot and re-written it, just better than I had? The characters were more fleshed-out than mine were, and the POV was more interesting, and the pace made more sense- but it was MY STORY?

So close to the end I was like "holy shit.. do I message them? Ask if my story inspired theirs? Should I be angry? Flattered?" Cause their tags and description didn't mention me AT ALL, which, sure, it's fanfiction to begin with, but if you're using my work than at least credit me as inspo, right? Just to be courteous?

But I get to the end of the final chapter, and it's not finished, and I'm kind of disappointed cause I never finished my story and I was really immersed in their version now and had been looking forwards to seeing how they tied up my loose ends- so I scroll to the bottom to leave a comment, and.

It's MY URL.

IT WAS MY STORY THE WHOLE TIME.

THE ONE *I WROTE*.

In *2013*.

And FORGOT ABOUT

BECAUSE I WAS SO INSECURE ABOUT MY SLOPPY, SHALLOW, AMETEUR WRITING

And I'm just sitting here now staring into space thinking about every shitty story I've ever written now like

IT WAS ALL GOOD?

IT WAS GOOD THIS WHOLE DAMN TIME??

I'M A GOOD WRITER?????

[thetaizuru]

(AT4G)

[fantasybad]

negative emotions are valid emotions #neurodivergent #drinkthekoolaid #traumacycles #letitallout #thepunchline #lyrics (at Whole Foods Market) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdQMcEvOq5y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[feral-queercore-punk]

*whispers* it'sokayyou'resafehere. letitallout

as a whovian whose favorite doctor is ten I can’t believe I’m about to say this….but….*whispers* crowleymightbemyfavoritedavidtennantcharacterofalltime

[333okaythen]

I’m going to start with my parents in hopes I come across something relevant to me, I have a sneaking suspicion that my issue with my life are my parents. I feel like they force me to be grateful for things I am note grateful at all.

My parents are co-dependent and very passionate. My mom is an airhead whom I always suspect is actually very smart but then she opens her mouth and sounds like a bimbo every freaking time. She talks too loud in attempt to be heard, I assume she’s noticed people sometimes to pay so much attention to what she says because what she says holds absolutely no weight. She talks out of her ass and is always 1000% certain about stuff she had no idea about. It drives me crazy.

She has had the tendency to stay with my dad for over 25 years even though I have been witness to countless fights about the same exact thing every time. She has said 100 times she’s had enough but hours later she’s all over my dad like a fucking idiot. I don’t understand it one bit. She got with my dad when she was an 18 year old virgin. Apparently my dad was her first and a few short years later while in an unsure relationship with my father she had me. And that already was by miracle because they told me there was a moment when they thought of getting an abortion.

I wish I could say my mother was very nurturing and a great shoulder to cry on but sadly that isn’t the truth. I sometimes think she’s bipolar. One second she is obsessed with me and the next she’s telling me what a horrible person I am. She constantly fights me on my attitude which I do believe stems from how I was raised.

When I was in college I had to talk to her multiple times a day. I felt bad, but it always bothered me. Why I couldn’t I have the liberty of just enjoying my time along, not having to answer to anyone? Instead I dealt with anxiety over when were the appropriate times to call her so she wouldn’t call me back while I was trying to lead my own life. With how much I had to call her I still never felt like I could talk to her. Every time she would ask me a question I would begin my speech and seconds later she was talking about something else or to someone else. I think from her is where I developed my insistent need to let people speak and my absolute anger when I come across other people who feel like their the only ones with a microphone. You what what I mean? Those people who don’t give a single fuck about what anyone is saying, they just talk over people like the other person never said anything at all. It infuriates me.

My mom never asked me if I had sex or anything related to guys. She had found out I lost my virginity when she went with me to the gyno and the gyno asked me about my sexual activity. She made a face and left the room so that ,e and the doctor could have some privacy. She really didn’t even bother asking me afterwards. Not a single question.

I feel like I have to hate her s little bit because wanting to embrace her or give her a kiss or say I love you doesn’t come to me so much. Not with her and certainly not with my father. I love her the most after she gets into fights with my dad because I feel bad for her and I don’t like seeing her sad or crying. But I hate when she obsessed over my life over my finances over what I wear what I eat. It’s too much. I. cant deal with someone constantly looking over my shoulder and commenting. It’s frustrating.

If something happened to her I’m almost certain I would be sad but I feel like I’m better off appreciating her from a distance. I can’t deal with needy people in my life. She’s needy, and she’s gotten lazier with age. She loves to make comments at me about doing dishes or pacing up stuff around the house but I dint know why because ever since I ,over back from college all I’ve tried to do is not leave a trace of me. I constantly pick up after myself and try to make sure I’m not in anyone’s way and still, I feel like I’m not wanted here. I feel like I’m stuck in a corner.

Maybe if I let myself be comfortable around here I could get rid of those thoughts but I imagine other problems would arise.

My main feelings for her are annoyance. She’s an annoying person I wish there was another part to her that I could have that motherly part of her where she listens and actually cares about me. At this point I feel like she forces herself to care just because I’m her daughter.

[maybeeverlast]

No por ti, sino por lo que entendí.

Algunas veces tan solo necesitamos un pretexto para llorar, ya sea un libro cursi, un mal final de alguna serie, la muerte de un personaje querido, incluso hasta una película en la cual un animal pierde todo su dinero, cualquier excusa es buena para justificar nuestro llanto hasta que notamos que es demasiado, que no es realmente por eso que lloramos, que es por algo que teníamos guardado y ya, después de eso, no hay vuelta atrás.

Hoy, hoy me tocó llorar, y aunque no fue un gran llanto, fue mucho más de lo que pensé que sentiría cuando llegara tu partida, porque aunque siempre supe que lo nuestro tendría una fecha de vencimiento cercana, me duele que te fueras así, sin avisar, sin dejar rastro y por la puerta de atrás, te fuiste sin darme chance siquiera a al menos hacer algo por última vez, sin hablar, te fuiste y solo sabías tú que te irías, te fuiste dejando solo indiferencia para recordar.

Lloré porque después de todo lo que dijiste, me hiciste sentir como todos me han hecho sentir, reemplazable, y es que aunque sé que nadie es indispensable en nuestra vida, sentirse reemplazable de manera tan fácil, es duro, sentir que no tienes nada que alguien más no tenga e inspire a quedarse; después de hacerme sentir especial, me demostraste que me volví a equivocar, que es mejor apartarse de mi que seguir en mi vida, que no hay absolutamente nada especial en mi, que solo soy divertida al comienzo y solo soy más de lo mismo, es horrible sentirse así y la verdad es que te creí diferente, pensé que cuando llegara este momento lo hablaríamos, colocaríamos un punto final pero estar a la expectativa hasta no poder más, fue demasiado.

Gracias por los momentos lindos, por las salidas, las enseñanzas, por hacerme sentir cómoda cuando estaba contigo, gracias por la confianza que depositaste en mi. Me hubiese gustado que esto tuviera un mejor final, pero me tocó llorar por alguien a quien le da igual tenerme en su vida o no.

[mirrorsoulgirl]

Das mit uns ist vergleichbar mit Zigaretten. Ich weiß du bist Gift für mich, dennoch will ich nicht ohne.

[iisraaa]

All my blood, sweat and tears

for twenty some years, all bottled up and broken

Let it all out

[djsteveocappas]

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[thetaizuru]

(AT4G)

[bixi-55]

Lol @bixi_55 Apwahahahahahaha... "Real Talk Dol" 😂🤣😅 Found This In My Old Files! On A Day Like This I Leave The Memes To do The Talking... #ValentinesDay2022 #FunThenFunny #InstaMeme #LaughOutLoud #NoCapWeRap #SendYourLoveSomewhere #LoveOverHate #SpeacialMoments #LetItAllOut #0To100 #Abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz #EnjoyAndBeGlad (at Lusaka Business Society Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ9iNOMonGS/?utm_medium=tumblr

[larikappa]

art as therapy. let it all out. express yourself, don't repress yourself #letitout #art #abstractart #textures #prints #acrylicpainting #artastherapy #fabricprints #fabrics #fashionprint #missedthis #whyaminotdoingthiseveryday #createexplore #createeveryday #abstract #greenblue #expressyourself #colourful #letitallout https://www.instagram.com/p/CZyvhQ7MPcL/?utm_medium=tumblr

[therealmiamuze]

Caught up on my lessons from the Lazy Gym by Elina. I totally get how amazing it is to be in with this Russian Women now.. Strong, Savy.. Soft but strong messages work for me. Cultural comfort! #shout #letitallout #protection #smile #lookup #thankyou @red_carpet_ball_nz from #mariaHorigomefinalists #missnationalau2018 #mailrecieved #beautyandculture (at Gold Coast, Queensland)

[thedailyelliott]

Day 2406: Sunday! 🙌🏼 #letitallout #sundayfunday #thedailyelliott #chocolatelab #labrador #retriever #instadog #hund #dogsofinstagram #doglovers #dogsofig #pets #instapets #ilovemydog #labrador_lovers#leipzigdogs (at Leipzig, Germany)

[coloringtheworldwithwords]

I miss the sounds of the highway, the open window, breeze blowing between my fingers. The city lights always promised that I was never alone, but the sea so quickly sleeps when the sun sets, and I’ve always been scared of the dark. You see, I’ve thought a lot about why the ocean has left me empty, why I yearn for the buildings and the street lights, why I miss the dull hum of tires spinning fast on the 4 lane track. Time has taught me that I enjoy solitude amongst a crowd, that the ocean provides no comfort when the light isn’t shining on it, I, can’t see the moon from my window, and I, can’t trust the promise of a new day without a little guidance. So, I’m trying to trust myself, to know that I am made up of more than this moment, that I am not greedy for missing the skylines, that I still can love an ocean sunset, but fear the darkness it brings. And it is so dark where I sit, clouds covering the stars, the moon, hidden somewhere far away from me. I want the whisper of traffic shuffling about, the dim lights in the distance, promising that someone somewhere, is awake and looking for the answers too. I’ve done my time in the darkness, it’s time to be among the places that dream while awake, the places that are too busy to settle for the shadows. I guess I’m not as in love with the ocean as I thought, (coloringtheworldwithwords)