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Alright, last one! Let's wrap this up on a Miku Monday with a spookaloid duet! 🦇👻
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These are the hands of something ungreen.
Yes, I want to die, but all I have been able
to do is kill love, again and again, so I hope to plant myself,
dirt hands into dirt making dirt body a succulent,
something manageable, but needing management.
I forget to water myself and my plants suffer,
I forget to tend to my roots and I displace,
I am dirty but am not kept for, not sprawled after.
When there is direct light you will not find me,
though I need it. Plant me is a better way of saying
I want to be buried and remembered for it.
Bury me is a way of saying end me, make this final,
watch as I create myself again every year, something
that blooms over and over again. No one asks
a perennial when they will stop themselves,
but no one knows when I will be happy with where I grow
so I must be dying or sinning but what is the difference.
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If you talk or reblog political stuff please don’t interact with me / follow me, I know this stuff is important to talk about but I use my tumblr to escape reality and negativity and seeing it all isn’t helpful at all.
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I'm trying not to think about
All the things you did before,
But sometimes it all just gets to me.
I can't take it anymore.
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People are awful, I was stupid to give anyone new a chance, everyone is so fucking hateful and rude and I’m honesty sick of it, no wonder why so many kind people change.
I just want a friend, literally all I wanted and one thing about myself makes people hateful towards me, it’s not like I asked to be how I am.
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As someone who likes being alone all the time usually, you know shit is getting bad when feeling alone starts to actually hurt you for once and you just want someone to hold you and be there.
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I remember the time I told someone I saw as a friend that I don’t get romantic feelings for people at all and never have, I also told her I don’t care about sex very much, I wouldn’t care if it never happened again or not, but she said to me “ maybe your a psychopath” and that hurt me, not because i would be ashamed but because I already said I think I’m aromantic and maybe asexual and she just ignored that and said that instead, also she seems very uneducated in people with psychopathy, can’t just go by those two things.
( I should mention she isn’t against the LGBTQ or anything, she knows I’m a trans guy. )
I just felt like she said it in such a negative way? Like I’m not normal or something and that’s also why it hurt.
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If brokenness is a work of art,
Surely this must be my masterpiece.
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Mental illness has ruined my fucking life don’t ever tell me that it’s a choice.
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