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just had a pretty bad breakdown until i accidentally clicked on a bitcoin conference video ad on twitter and got stunlocked so hard i stopped crying
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Hi starshake fans.. holds new art out to you..
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#🫀.art#🫀.vents#big fucking tw for the alt text on some of these ones guys#partner sys maybe don't read this rn. I'm just processing but it may trigger you#trauma art#ventcore#vent art#vent art tw#sa#sa implied#sa trauma#vent#trauma#handwriting#trauma coping#trauma processing#mixed media#digital art#abuse#tw abuse#abuse trauma#rbs ok#cw blood#blood#blood tw#the sink pic is actually fake blood#the other shit is just a drawing of course#to the people who said they hope i relive my trauma: i do. every fucking day#it plays on loop in my head and our introject of my rapist reenacts it in the iw. so i hope that makes you happy#rape
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"are you two..? are you two here together???"
"yes we are!! i love himm sooo much!!" i say sarcastically, wrapping my arm around his waist. i loved him with all my heart, but nobody else needed to know that.
"ew no" he says, playfully pushing me off.
"i have never seen someone with such discomfort on their face" she says with a laugh.
he wraps an arm around my shoulders. "come onnnnn we gotta go back to the otherss"
i smile, following him back, leaning into his touch. we take pictures, laugh with his friends, his hands on me at all times. usually his arm was around my waist, other times he stood so close we were touching. he would bend down, his breath hot against my ear everytime he spoke to me.
"my moms here im gonna go, i lovee youuu, send me those pictures!!", i head over to my best friend who was dancing with her friends "im gonna head out".
"oh i was just about to come over!!"
"your stuff is on the chair still, love you," i say, heading for the door, "have a goodnight," the chaperones say as i exit. "thank you, you too" i shout back, smiling.
my mom drives me home,
"yea it was good!!"
i get home, riding my high. i start to think. i change and turn out my light. i curl up under the covers and start to sob. i remember at one point he was stood on a ledge, his hand on my shoulder, playing with the tips of my hair. i had been resting. my eyes closed and cheek pressed against his thigh, inhaling the cold night breeze.
he will never care for you the way you do for him.
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posting in advance 4 tummy tuesday
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#poll#hyperspecific poll#idk if this one is hyper specific but there you go#polls#my polls#tumblr polls#grocery shopping#car culture#i guess some ppl walk to the store#sorry if this doesn’t apply to you#reblog if you want#prompted by me doing this :)#making the poll to put off going inside the he’ll store#hellstore*#rbs ok#sigh
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is there some misinformation campaign going on cuz I've had two different customers in a very short period of time try to complain to us saying it's illegal to tax bottled water. like that's such a specific wrong idea where are people getting this
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when will we get a disney princess with pink hair and pronouns
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I wish I could feel like things will get better but I think I’ve genuinely lost all hope. Nothing matters anymore because nothing ever gets better. I’m just so exhausted.
I’m sick of living solely for others I wanna live for myself. But what is there to live for??? I don’t want my only reason for being alive to be ‘mom would be sad’. I want to have reasons like ‘I want to do this someday’ or ‘I want to meet this person someday’. But I just can’t. My brain is too tired of having every little bit of joy scraped away. I genuinely do not want to live and I haven’t wanted to live since I was 13.
But I can’t kill myself because people are depending on me. So then I start to wonder if those people are just anchors keeping me from moving to the next life. And that’s an awful way to think but I can’t remember a time I didn’t think it.
Why does nothing ever get better? Why can’t I just be happy and safe? Why did I have to be born? This world has brutalized me at every step this world has given me next to no reason to love it, to want to stay within it, but suddenly I’m selfish for wanting out? I don’t understand. I want to go home.
#vent#tw sui ideation#not a shitpost#rbs ok#ask to tag#I’m just. so tired#I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.#More importantly: I don’t WANT to do this anymore#I’m exhausted#depression vent#the world is doomed. why do I have to stay here?
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they tried to put me on the cover of vogue, but i was so small the cameraman had to use a magnifying glass to get a hi def picture of me
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Average Potemkin Main (she/her)
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I'm not gonna lie people not shutting up abt "trauma dumping" for a bit has done a lot of damage to me as a guy who already deals with issues that make me feel like I'm being a burden on my friends. POV you are learning that you actually can't bottle everything up right as the internet is going to get real annoying about the latest term that the masses are gonna misinterpret.
#ramblings#rbs ok#notes disclaimer that obviously actual trauma dumping is an issue#and that when i put it in quotes im referring to the people who use it to refer to any instance of a friend venting to a friend n such
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