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Inktober Grungy Poem: Constant greetings!
Good morning everyone say hello to the sun! Brush teeth take meds wash face read brief pull threads clean place. Your still lying in bed, scrolling for sating shred. Oh so boring, lets just Sing! After all that's our thing~ AH, itchy itch scratch the scratch dig a dich to dispatch. Shsshhh! I thought of a lyric just write it down real quick! Don't forget: you're a disgrace- if you forgot; just in case :] IVORY TOWER APOLOGETIC!!! VIVA LA VIE! VIVA LA PARTY! Oh my young dear, you know not the sheer, pain we're privy too Live Laugh Love Live Laugh to Laugh Live Laugh? Laugh! LAUGH!? It draws near; what you hear should make it clear; the fear is true. No stop- stop it; why- no, ah please; on knees: just let it go. Opera will stop ya! least lighten lungs and headedness too! Ah yes, drown it out, much nicer- err but about; what to do? Ah... yes, We forgot that too...
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love elizabeth s.
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when the teasing goes from cute and innocent to ‘oh that turned you on, didn’t it?’
#desiblr#desi tumblr#text post#dark romanticism#desi academia#dark academia#intimacy#writers on tumblr#romance novels#romanticism#teasing#spilled writing#artists on tumblr#desire#desi shit posting#light academia#love language
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unknown//janet finch/white oleander//holyaches//unknown//sylvia plath/the bell jar// sue zhao//carol rifka brunt/tell the wolves i’m home//suzanne rivecca/death is not an option//ineloquent-creature
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we were sitting on the floor and i was cutting out tiny pictures to make a collage for a friend's birthday. you were on your phone and you laughed about something, and i was still in love with you then, so i asked what had you giggling.
"sorry. i was just..." you took a moment and went back to texting. "i was telling someone about how you're afraid of the dark."
i'm afraid of the dark because something bad happened. "oh." i felt a little slinky of shame crawl down my throat.
you glanced up, and maybe it showed on my face, because you rolled your eyes and held the phone to the side casually so i could see the group chat. "what? was it a secret?"
i looked down to the scissors in my hand. "i just..." no, it's not a secret. it just felt like something private, something serious. saying why would you tell someone that just feels like an accusation. it's unfair. i honestly am not even ashamed of it, it's just a fact about my person that i don't usually share.
what a strange experience. is this a human thing or a generational thing? for our grandparents: did they need to worry about how quickly someone can just... share your personal information? again, i didn't even really have a true objection. what could i say? i want any person in my life to feel they can be honest with their friends. it's not like i said don't tell anyone this.
i cut out another letter to complete the rainbow happy birthday, started hunting for the exclamation mark. i heard you sigh dramatically.
"don't make a big deal about this," you said.
this entire conversation was a pattern for us, and this was when we got to my least favorite part of the pattern. i would get my feelings hurt in some oblique not-technically-terrible way, and then it would be making a big deal about something. you'd get frustrated for me for being soft, but i was born soft. you knew i was soft when you pierced me. it's one of the things that made controlling me so easy.
"i'm not," i felt my voice crack. the question came without my wanting. "why are you guys talking about me?" and why are you saying that thing? why not like - i'm telling them how you're generous and kind and pretty.
you let out this low, tragic groan. "oh my god." you tossed the phone away from your body. "there, see? i just won't talk to them if you don't like it."
the rest of the hour went the way it always went, between us: i said i don't actually mind if you talk to your friends but -, you found a way to call my minor expression of discomfort "being dramatic." you got upset that i had been offended. i ended up apologizing, even though i hadn't actually done anything.
afterwards, you picked up the phone again. after texting for a little bit, you snorted. "okay," you said, "but it is kind of funny you're afraid of the dark. i mean, when you think about it."
#spilled ink#writeblr#i'm trying to write about this really specific and wierd new experience#that i think is specific to the internet generation#where people you trust can just... say whatever??? and while most people are trustworthy#sometimes they'll just like... put ur shit out there????#and the thing is that sometimes it's GOOD - i want you to tell ppl if ur partner is being cruel!!!!!#i want u to be like ''hey is it normal if xyz happens'' ... but stuff like ''she's afraid of the dark''#PARTICULARLY when it's CLEARLY making fun of me....#what is the point of that.#this is huge and complicated and happens outside of romantic relationships too btw#like someone u thought of as a friend will be like . oh did u know she's scared of heights and it's like.#girl why are u fuckin doing that tho?#it's not a SECRET i just ...???????????????????????#and i think that gross feeling of like -- ''i can't REALLY be upset bc there's not a TRUE RULE about this....''#it's just not something talked about. bc it's so specific and yet so complex#bc how could i say like '' this is a violation of trust'' when it... technically I GUESS isn't????????????#idk maybe im just like super sensitive but please tell me in the comments/tags/etc if this is#something u have experienced (a trusted person like spreading ur shit) and if u were cool with it
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something something katsuki can't keep his hands off you when he's had a little too much to drink (see: denks the worst at-home bartender in the world, believes a shot of vodka really means four).
it starts off innocently enough, gathered in eijiro's living room, when he cracks a foul-mouthed joke and you double over into side with laughter. the heat starts to creep up his neck, but it's easy to blame it on the alcohol. he nudges you back playfully, a grin quirking at the corner of his lips.
two more shots of whatever vile concoction denki mixed up and he's melting into the couch. he's sitting on one end, a little squished with how mina, eijiro, hanta, and denki are piled on top of each other - chatting away, drinking, and desperately trying not to make eye contact with the wasted blond. katsuki's got you perched all pretty in his lap because "there isn't any room left to sit." a convenient excuse.
you're flushed and trying to keep up with mina's story and you're having a great time with your friends but katsuki's hands are looping casually around your waist and pulling you closer to him and he's leaning a little on you for support and you feel a zing speed down your spine as his lips brush against your arm. an accident.
his head's a little fuzzy, but katsuki's practically melting with the alcohol swimming through his veins. and you're so soft it's making everything even fuzzier. before he even finishes that thought he's testing out the plush of your waist, your thighs, pinching a little at the small of your back, and back down to your thighs. you squirm in his hold, and he retaliates with a soft grunt and by biting what he could reach.
the spit on your arm is more uncomfortable than the rather tame bite he gives you. you can see his eyes wobble, flitting to different parts of your face. "hol' s'till," he garbles and your heart leaps into your throat. you can feel four sets of eyes boring into you both, but you can't break away from katsuki's heavy, lidded, lovesick gaze.
#no idea where that came from#the holy spirit took hold of me#maybe i'm just touch starved cries#i think katsuki doesn't drink often so his tolerance is piss shit#and he already struggles to keep his emotions at bay when it comes to you sober. even worse when drunk#and i like to think this is early enough your friendship / crush that the physical barrier has not yet been breached or#has just recently been breached#he wants to touch you so bad! not even sexually (although he does) it's just a matter of a new level of intimacy#that drives him wild and spills over when drunk in a single-minded way#ok goodnight#bun.writes#char.katsuki#suggestive ?#bakugo x reader#bakugo katuski x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugou x reader#bakugo headcanons#bakugou headcanons
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About to create the Pelican Town Trailer Park
#I’m IN LOVE with the cabin options here holy shit#new setup for all my keg cabins is gonna be a cute trailer campground#sdv#stardew valley#spilling the Tea
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#spilled ink#spilled thoughts#quotes#quoteoftheday#mental health#depressing quotes#kinda depressing#depressing shit#actually bpd
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thought of the day
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"mental health matters!" until your screaming and crying in the early hours of the morning over losing something as miniscule as your phone charger. but the reason your crying isn't actually about the charger, or your favorite pen you can't find.
little things add up.
#bpd blog#bpd thoughts#bpd safe#borderline problems#borderline life#borderline blog#neurospicy#actually autistic#autistic spectrum#cluster b safe#mental health matters#borderline culture is#bpd vent#actually borderline#actually bpd#actually neurodiverse#spilled thoughts#spilled words#spilled feelings#bpd relatable#actually ptsd#sleeplessv0id#teenage depression#depressing shit
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Spilled poem: Concrete Veins weigh heavy
Tumultuous ambivalence; Strings taught in all directions: choices ever Bitter Bitter sweet, gravity pulls north south east west, floating Aimlessly is all one can do. Depression built in, anxiety sewn through. Regret cuts thin, It's all one can do, Regret existence, Regret functioning, Regret what forged, Regret hating Regrets, Regret making Regrets... Let Skin lop and launch in their cardinal directions. Let Bone clatter down or smash into chalky mist up. Let Meat splay resting in pile of warm sloppy comfort. Let Wet travel through Concrete Veins to Flowers wilting. Let Brain shatter and each grow legs that flee discomfort.
#poem#original poem#poetry#original writing#poets on tumblr#spilled poetry#tw#tw sucidal ideation#tw suffering#poems and poetry#spilled writing#spilled shit#tw body horror#tw anxiety#Librarian's touch
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- love elizabeth s.
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SMALL DOG SYNDROME
small dog you’re so funny when you snap small dog you’re so funny when you shake small dog you’re so bad when you bark small dog you never learned the rules
small dog lays flat on the floor and sighs and whines while it waits for you to come back from wherever you go all day small dog doesn’t know if you’re coming home small dog hides under the bed to puke does it quiet eats its shame before you ever smell it small dog’s bark is worse than its bite small dog you are so funny when you bite small dog it’s so funny when you’re mad so by all means pick it up throw it around lock it in a cage while you laugh small dog you are so funny when you cry
small dog can’t remember being a wolf can’t remember being big howling in harpstring harmony like a plucked and quivering note in a catacomb sleeping in a warm pile of bodies in a dry place that smells like family the taste of fresh hot blood and wet bone iron fire honey salt
small dog run free beneath the moon in your dreams
small dog is so happy you’re home!! small dog loves you!!!
JMGD
#my writing#spilled ink#spilled poetry#idfk how to tag this#poetry is not dead#words words words#ok to rb#this has very minimal editing and i havent written shit in a long long time now so be nice to me for the love of god
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one of the things that's the most fucking frustrating for me about arguing with climate change deniers is the sheer fucking scope of how much it matters. sweating in my father's car, thinking about how it's the "hottest summer so far," every summer. and there's this deep, roiling rage that comes over me, every time.
the stakes are wrong, is the thing. that's part of what makes it not an actual debate: the other side isn't coming to the table with anything to fucking lose.
like okay. i am obviously pro gun control. but there is a basic human part of me that can understand and empathize with someone who says, "i'm worried that would lead to the law-abiding citizens being punished while criminals now essentially have a superpower." i don't agree, but i can tell the stakes for them are also very high.
but let's say the science is wrong and i'm wrong and the visible reality is wrong and every climate disaster refugee is wrong. let's say you're right, humans aren't causing it or it's not happening or whatever else. let's just say that, for fun.
so we spend hundreds of millions of dollars making the earth cleaner, and then it turns out we didn't need to do that. oops! we cleaned the earth. our children grow up with skies full of more butterflies and bees. lawns are taken over with rich local biodiversity. we don't cry over our electric bills anymore. and, if you're staunchly capitalist and i need to speak ROI with you - we've created so many jobs in developing sectors and we have exciting new investment opportunities.
i am reminded of kodak, and how they did not make "the switch" to digital photography; how within 20 years kodak was no longer a household brand. do we, as a nation, feel comfortable watching as the world makes "the switch" while we ride the laurels of oil? this boggles me. i have heard so much propaganda about how america cannot "fall behind" other countries, but in this crucial sector - the one that could actually influence our own monopolies - suddenly we turn the other cheek. but maybe you're right! maybe it will collapse like just another silicone valley dream. but isn't that the crux of capitalism? that some economies will peter out eventually?
but let's say you're right, and i'm wrong, and we stopped fracking for no good reason. that they re-seed quarries. that we tear down unused corporate-owned buildings or at least repurpose them for communities. that we make an effort, and that effort doesn't really help. what happens then? what are the stakes. what have we lost, and what have we gained?
sometimes we take our cars through a car wash and then later, it rains. "oh," we laugh to ourselves. we gripe about it over coffee with our coworkers. what a shame! but we are also aware: the car is cleaner. is that what you are worried about? that you'll make the effort but things will resolve naturally? that it will just be "a waste"?
and what i'm right. what if we're already seeing people lose their houses and their lives. what if it is happening everywhere, not just in coastal towns or equatorial countries you don't care about. what if i'm right and you're wrong but you're yelling and rich and powerful. so we ignore all of the bellwethers and all of the indicators and all of the sirens. what if we say - well, if it happens, it's fate.
nevermind. you wouldn't even wear a mask, anyway. i know what happens when you see disaster. you think the disaster will flinch if you just shout louder. that you can toss enough lives into the storm for the storm to recognize your sacrifice and balk. you argue because it feels good to stand up against "the liberals" even when the situation should not be political. you are busy crying for jesus with a bullhorn while i am trying to usher people into a shelter. you've already locked the doors, even on the church.
the stakes are skewed. you think this is some intellectual "debate" to win, some funny banter. you fuel up your huge unmuddied truck and say suck it to every citizen of that shitbird state california. serves them right for voting blue!
and the rest of us are terrified of the entire fucking environment collapsing.
#spilled ink#writeblr#i hope it is clear here that i actually very much care about equatorial countries#and that's part of what makes me so angry bc im like. climate refugees exist.#they've existed for a while!!!#and the reply is almost always ''should have thought about that before living on an island"#like fuck dude. do you need to like how people vote before ur like#your entire house shouldn't burn down each summer????#so many of these people make it their life to mock california that they think it's FUNNY#and im like. girl you should be fucking trembling. TEXAS??? ARE YOU LISTENING??#this is one of those times that like. i need to stress how fucking stupid it would be#to let trump win. bc he could have “reached across the aisle.” covid could have been#a MASSIVE commercial success. he has such a huge and bigoted and brainwashed following.#literally just a PR campaign called COWBOY UP and it's pictures of cowboys in bandanas#trump reinvisioned as the lone ranger fighting for the american people against covid. EASY SELL#and instead. companies bought him. it became political. it was not ''oh shit this is 1 enemy let's all be human''#it was ''you deserve to die.''#climate change should be GLOBAL. it should be like ''yeah i hate u but. we do all live here''#i don't have to LIKE my group members to do well on a team project bc we are ALL getting graded.#is that simple enough of an under-explaination lol
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If you notice me being too active here, just know that I've got 173 exams to prepare for and 57388 assignments due.
#this academic weapon is on the verge of fainting#university student#university studyblr#students#studyblr#student#college student#study blog#desiblr#desi romantic academia#desi shit posting#desi tumblr#desi#spilled ink#artists on tumblr#im just a girl#sajra-savera's dumb posts
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