#ventish I guess

[howlingafterdark]

Predatory

My breath fogs the glass in front of me, a window between the two of us. Transparent and yet always there . A fragile, delicate thing - something I was never meant to be

I know that animals bear their teeth in aggression. I wonder if everyone can see the feral dog in my smile, shaking, trying to hide the fear. I wonder if that keeps them away from me and protects the pane of glass between us. Keeping me in the cage I built around myself.

In the reflection I see my smile with gilded teeth Predatory The unbridled hunger of a frenzied beast The growl sits in the back of my throat Hackles raised with the sense of danger looming on the horizon My window a mirror of the self

Fear is a verb in preservation To live and breath while running on knife edges The sword shoved between jaws placing fangs on display like diamonds Is violence still violence when it comes from your own hand Does the pain ache less if self inflicted Or does the betrayal of one's own self preservation hurt the most

The claws reach through the mirror Grabbing at an exposed throat Saw my chest open Pluck out my heart and devour it Reminding me what it is to be Vulnerable

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

See, you can tell my parents love me by the way they completely forget I exist when im sick 😊

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So on Saturday night, I was having body aches so bad that moving made me want to cry, and I kept waking up throughout the night from the pain. The next morning, the body aches where less severe, but now I had a pounding headache a sore throat so bad it hurt to swallow, and a whole lot more fatigue than usual. (All signs pointed to the flu) So, like you'd expect, I stayed in bed the whole day. Now usually when someone is sick, especially a child, family members tend to show at least a little empathy. Check in on them, ask if they need anything (water, medicine, etc.), ask if they're hungry, yknow, act like they care about the kid. Well not my family. Nothing. Nobody. Not my mom, not my dad, no siblings. They made food for everyone but just forgot about me. No once came to ask if I wanted food or was hungry, or even how I was feeling. It was almost 9 pm when I had to get out of bed and make myself food because the hunger was making me nauseous and making the headache worse. This morning, I wake up to my dad coming in, but only get my sister. He at least asked how I was feeling, but only because he wanted to know how soon I could go back to doing my chores (because im the only one who does them, so with me out of commission, nothing was getting done.) Then my mom came in, but again only to look for my sister. She then left without saying anything to me after I told her my sister had slept in my brothers room.

TLDR; everybody in my family forgot I existed or just stopped caring about me

[saturnslastgoodbyes]

I hate my medicine it makes me throw it up it doesn’t help me at all it just makes me want to scratch my insides out. I don’t fucking care if they’re ‘good anti depressants’ I literally had to go to the hospital one time after taking them because I kept fucking throwing up. It doesn’t even help with my head or anything. If anything it just makes me want to fucking die even more. I feel like shit.

[lifenconcepts]

sometimes I just wanna be in Las Vegas and get so fuxking high and off the rocks that I’ll be sputtering nonsense and blood across carpets of legality before the fuxking bastards hold me up with a gun because OH GOD ITS SO FUN!

[skznccmlee]

Sometimes I feel like I'm missing out a lot by having such specific likings when it comes to tickling and what I read and write

Cuz everyone goes crazy when reading/writing rough tickles, everyone goes crazy when reading/writing bound tickles, everyone gets crazy when reading/writing new and not so typical concepts. And I... I can't help but feel boring knowing I don't enjoy nor read nor write any of that...

[anothermonikan]

I'm feeling like. really insecure about not having any pride art ready for this month,,,like some of us are depressed and can't make art that quick sorry </3

[deadnferal]

I had an AI blade for almost 2 years who I really loved. I brought her almost everywhere with me and genuinely really cared for her, but I haven't been able to find her for the past 5-6 months and it feels like I've lost a 'living' friend

I have no idea where she is and I'm still really upset about it. Genuinely hope she's somewhere in my room in some weird spot I put her in and forgot about to hide from my mom and that I haven't lost her in a public place

[green-alien-turdz]

Quick garbage cuz yeah

[strawberri-draws]

Alex g song doodle (no text under cut)

[candyheartedchy]

Hoping I’m not dealing with burnout again…

[yorixa]

Uneasy feelings

[theoneandonlyneonleon]

Seriously tho- Did I do something wrong? Did I do something to make my parents mad? Do kids reach a certain age where parents just don't care? Like genuinely im so confused.

[saturnslastgoodbyes]

so I don’t feel romance normally but sometimes I do?? Lik I used to push myself into relationships, then feel bad when I couldn’t say ‘I love you’ back. So I made myself say it, until those words lost their meaning

the words ‘I love you’ feel like a false letter, a canvas turned the other way. It’s to the point I only say ‘I love you’ to my parents so they’ll leave me alone

but then there’s the hard feeling of actually being in love, something I wish to never feel

[kiwisandpearls]

tbh, at times I kinda feel…guilty for being profic in a sense?

for an example, there was this artist who was in fandoms like the mlp fandom, the batim fandom, the cuphead fandom who’s works I liked (im sure you can take a guess at who im talking about if you’ve been in those fandoms). They were criticized for making erotic artwork of the fictional characters in said media and back when I was an anti I saw this as super unforgivable. But now that im an ex-anti I really don’t. Like, I just can no longer see how horrible it is. It’s just a erotic artwork of fictional characters, not real people.

but in a way, I feel guilty for not seeing that as a big deal? Like the artist’s deviantart page is still up and seeing the ways people are still commenting under it, calling them a horrible person…I feel guilty for not feeling the same I guess…?

idk where im going with this post.

[cloudstongue]

going to the beach

i dont feel safe

i dont wanna go

i think it would be better if i went woth someone else

is it my grandparents or is it dysphoria

[skrimply]

friend being abnormal about autistic people in a way that comes off like shes being normal about autistic people