#miserable. 🥲🥲

[landofgay]

what do I even tell my counsellor. "yeah I went thru something horribly traumatic on Sunday and I can't even heal from it cause I don't know if I'm fired or not yet so I'm just in a state of trying to not kill myself. but dw I'm fiiiiine"

[skellagirl]

played DA2 for the first time and romanced the possessed bisexual poor little meow meow who's totally down for firebombing a walmart

[llemon-soda]

the puzzle pieces of this life...

[izzymarksthespot]

Where them fics with Stede falling hopelessly for Izzy at? Don't get me wrong, I love the ones in Izzy's pov (let's be honest, the pining, anguished, "I can't believe this is happening again" Izzy is delicious), but I'd like to see the roles reversed at least once.

[accio-victuuri]

WEI RUOLAI in WAR OF FAITH Episode 36

“i hope to remind myself though the path of pursuing faith may be bitter, the result will be sweet. // is it bitter now? // no. because i’m not alone.”

[atelierlili]

I felt like making myself sad so I thought of what would have happened if Katniss decided to run away with only her family and Gale’s 🙃

[chrisbangs]

i finished thesis, won an award, and have graduated.. hello 👋🥸

[calmlb]

saw unhinged dark era dazai character bingo, so how about beast dazai or 15 dazai, the two unhingiest of the dazai's

BESTIE HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME 😭💔 they both make me so sad but lately im in a beast mood so i’ll have to go with beastzai

unhinged character bingo

[glittergroovy]

was gonna make a little "if you enjoy my glitter & blinkies, send me a tip for my bday" post ...

but also the relative who'd agreed to help me with rent & college costs backed out because she doesn't want me to transition. AND my delivery of groceries & cleaning supplies was just stolen 😮‍💨 so help is super extra appreciated rn. I'm having dismally bad luck job hunting.

kofi or throne (you can send stuff directly to me through this + it has a wishlist. Brita filter & food are most important!)

venmo is Grubcore

[trentskis]

good night hope august is kind to us all 🩷

[astraechoes]

From today's sky play session: I am really bad at being a navigator/mentor to moths, and I am sincerely sorry for sweetheart who chose me to help them in Golden Waesteland😭

[juniperhillpatient]

I would honestly rather these people just say “you’re rejected” & leave it at that than explain why if the criticism is going to make no fucking sense & be something I can’t even fix anyway. but that might just be the part of me that absolutely cannot handle rejection well at all & decided to pursue a goal that involves a lot of rejection by nature anyway

[letthebookbegin]

it's really interesting how short and sparse jonathan's entries are becoming - such a change from the long entries we began with, with the all the paprika hendl details. the more miserable things get, the less jonathan wants to dwell on them. he still writes, though - as he wrote on the may 16th entry: "The habit of entering accurately must help to soothe me."

[mayordea]

UNA’S V6 DESIGNS ARE SO CUTE!!!! had to draw them both as a double page spread in my sketchbook :3

[nyt1ba]

     It all seems like a the work of imagination,   a dream that quickly shifted to nightmare,   a prison of the mind never to be free from.   He spent many years in reflection,   remorseful for the villainy disguised in the name of innovation,   the fatality of idealism he remains guilty of that had cost him all that he held dear.   Man was an avaricious creature,   never content with what is,   always reaching far beyond the sun.   A past laden with many mistakes seems more like a memory to him than a life lived   &.   lost,   faces forgotten,   past joys turned bitter,   the vast void that occupies the heart is the needed proof against all the lies wrapped around him and this world.   He had long since accepted his reality,   for self crafted hopes and illusions do but little to sooth,   it all fades in the light and he's left with the truth,   bold,   ugly,   merciless.   He allows it to sink into him and intermingle with flesh and bone,   to eat him whole so he may never dare to turn his back from it again.   Sincere intentions had no relevance when he's bound by failure,   death is the only fruit of his labors,   it haunts him still,   a token of loss for the eyes to see around every bend.

  No longer a memory now,   real and tangible,   the stench of war invites itself back to his senses,   the calm after a storm colors this rare serenity with a deathly pallor.   The nest had often been his port in the midst of turmoil,   a refuge from the agony that plagues his mind so relentlessly.   He can't grant himself that peace of mind of those slumbering near him,   preserved in a false safety until the world can embrace his kind once more.   Distant even where he belonged,   the fog of the hive mind had not yet released him from its grasp,   a sense of detachment he surrenders to in solitude,   weary of putting on an act of forgotten humanity.   Dark hues vacantly observe the light dancing before his vision,   it feels as though it was slipping from him,   a distinct emptiness to be felt after such rage.   Mother Sphere was relentless,   using her new advantage with the collation to tire him until he wouldn't be able to fight back anymore.   He dreads to admit it,   but she came close today if he hadn't retaliated so viciously,   a response that had only served to fulfill her objective,   the next wave will surely come sooner than those before it.   If this kept going he doubts there would be anything left to rebuild,   for humans or the Andro-Eidos,   would this be a suitable end to all suffering ?   Or is it just the beginning for a new form of decay ?

     sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb … ♥️

  Tender touch carried with it a warmth he'd often shrink away from,   a kindness underserved he purposely denied himself from until the mere thought of it would make his skin crawl.   One would think the feeling of the cold   &.   metallic would only repulse him further but he holds onto it,   familiar with every screw and bolt of her beloved hand.   Bloodied fingers stain one other as they intertwine,   wearing their medals of remorse without fear around the another.   Without a word,   he pulls her closer into an embrace,   no longer able to bear this distance forced upon them.   It's only then that he breathed,   shoulders and wings slacking to be finally freed from tension.   It's unjust of him to allow weariness to show when she too was worn to the bone,   but he fears he can't carry himself as he always had at the moment.        ❛❛   It's pointless   ...   I've always known.   Humanity can't be restored to what it once was.   My family   ...   my friends   ...   they're all gone.   ❜❜        melancholy bleeds through a weary voice,   a finality he had understood decades ago but could never bring himself to admit it.   He doesn't seek atonement for finally confessing the truth,   for he had been the one solely responsible for their demise,   it was merely giving this unspoken grief a voice after many years of silence,   knowing it would be in safe hands,   the only ones he trusts more than his own,   even if similarly stained.   He sighed,   leaning against her shoulder as she sat by him to allow himself a moment's rest.        ❛❛   But I can't give up   ...   I won't.   All their sacrifice,   it can't be for nothing.   ❜❜

@stilettaux // some depression as a treat