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thegentlefem · 9 months
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one of those days
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songsintheattic · 3 months
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alicethebard · 8 months
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(Whispering to myself) telling people your genuine feelings is not being manipulative. telling people that you want or need something is not being manipulative. advocating for yourself is not being manipulative. you deserve proper care and treatment. and I hope one of these days I truly believe that for myself
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spaciebabie · 3 months
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thank you tumblr for just being the place where i can scream in2 the void and ppl (for the most part) either politely ignore or nod their heads in agreement. i want 2 rip my skin off
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pussypopstiel · 5 months
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Pass the 2021 destiel
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fairly-tragic · 9 months
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just your everyday emo baby ✨
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heartcountry · 11 months
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love you. glad we grew up together. sorry we couldn’t finish the job. i knew it was coming but i got on the plane anyway. each time i meet someone new i decide if i will erase you or not. you who taught me how to read, who bought me a notebook to write nonsense poems. i don’t bring you up over dinner but i save a seat for you every time. i hope this reaches you. love you.
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justmeinadaze · 4 months
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Inside of Her Head (Steve X You)
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A/N: This is just a little thing I wrote real quick. I'm actually experiencing this right now with my brain going a mile a minute. I literally spent 15min telling my roommate I don't want her to leave my side because I'm afraid something is going to happen to her or she's going to leave. My therapist says that's my inner child...some stuff we've been working on *sigh*. But my roommate suggested I channel this energy into something creative and thus you get this...this is what I wold love rn. Steve just holding me till I calm down and then watching a movie with me till I fall asleep <3.
Warnings: Reader experiencing an anxiety (manic) attack; Steve helps her through it
Word Count: 803
Steve comes home from work to a spotless apartment and he’s immediately on edge. Most people would be happy to come home to a clean space but not for him. When the home is this organized, something is wrong. 
“Y/N, baby? Where are you?”
No one responds but he knows you’re here, promptly going on the hunt. It doesn’t take him long to find you sitting on the bathroom floor with your knees to your chin and your hands twirling your hair as your blank eyes disassociate through him. 
You two have prepared for moments like this; you warned him when he moved in. It still doesn’t take away the guilt that bubbles in your stomach when you finally notice him as he places himself on the floor cross-legged in front of you. 
“Hey, Stevie. When…When did you get home?”
“A couple of minutes ago.”, he answers softly as his eyes continue to scan you over. “How was your day, honey?”
Your hands shake in front of you as your fingers seem to drum the air, moving without any real thought as your anxious eyes sift through memories. 
“It was good. It was good. I-I-I cleaned. I had only meant to clean the kitchen but then I thought you would want to relax in the living room when you got home so I tidied up in there but then I noticed your movies were out of whack and I thought it would be fun to organize them buy genre for our next movie night. When I finished that, I was going to lay down and nap but I couldn’t stop thinking about how the bathroom has been really messy lately and you know how I’ve been slacking on that…”
Steve listened to your rambling with the patience of a saint. Your lips were moving a mile a minute but he didn’t need to follow everything to know what was going on. Some days your brain just wasn’t 100%. Some days the medicine didn’t always help or something triggered an episode for you that had you like this. 
You tried explaining it to him before but he never truly understood until he experienced one with you himself. You sobbed on the bedroom floor, crying about fears that he would never allow to happen. He didn’t know you during your trauma so he couldn’t be there for you then but he could definitely keep you safe now physically and emotionally. 
“Baby girl, look at me.”, he cooed as he placed his palms out for you to take, grinning when you did. “I want you to inhale for me. That’s my good girl…and exhale. Good.”, he soothed as his thumbs tenderly massaged your skin. 
“Everything got so loud, Steve. I couldn’t…”, you shook your head as the tears fell before he scooted a bit closer to where you were.
“What triggered it this time? Do you know?”
You shook your head again. 
“I just…had this voice in my head…that says I don’t deserve you. That you’re going to leave me here alone just like everyone else. Today…it was so loud…”
“It’s ok, sweetheart. Breathe in again for me…and out again. Good, pretty girl. You’re doing so good.”, he smiled as he reached up to caress your cheek before taking your hand again. “Y/N, I love you so much. I’ve never met another girl like you in my entire life. You are beautiful, sweet, so talented and so smart, baby. There’s no one in the world more perfect for me than you. I’m not going anywhere.”
Once your breathing had slowed, Steve collected you into his arms and held you to his chest as he kissed your forehead. 
“I’m sorry I’m such a nuisance. I don’t mean to be.”
“You’re not, honey, I promise. Your parents are the nuisances…making you think you aren’t enough. You are more than enough, baby. You’re everything to me and I’m always going to be here to take care of you.”
You two sat like that till your anxiety passed and you finally felt safe. After kissing his lips, he guided you into the shower where he cleaned you and washed your hair before putting you in your most comfortable pajamas and carrying you out onto the couch. 
“How about I make some dinner and we watch something EXTREMELY violent?”
You giggle as he widens his eyes and you nod. While he’s making dinner, he brings you your favorite drink and turns on one of the sitcoms that makes you laugh until everything is ready. 
“Steve. Thank you…for everything. I love you to, baby.”
Tilting his body to kiss your lips, he playfully rustles your hair and throws a blanket over your legs. 
“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m always going to be here for you; good days and bad.”
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herlittlebunnyboy · 9 months
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Is that even a question? Whenever I think about you I do.
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madcat-world · 1 year
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One of those Days (1 of 2) - Harry Conway
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thepettypopper · 1 year
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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 months
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One of the days where I wish the internet was a room. I want to hug my friends and smell their skin. I want to feel warmed and comforted by their physical presence.
I want to see people from across the room I've never even interacted with personally and go "Oh yeah, that's (friend)'s buddy. Aren't they gorgeous and elegant?"
I yearn to stare obliquely at my idols and sigh wistfully.
I want to perceive people as the humans they are, I need them to fill my senses and drown out the dread.
I miss you. I've never met you, never held you, never traced the curve of your smile with my adoring gaze...but I miss you, and it breaks my heart 😭
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nullbutler · 10 months
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Words cannot express how important I think it is to meet people who challenge your worldview. If you’re a stickler for sober living, befriend people who do weed. If you’re a puritan for the media you consume, be buds with a horror enthusiast. This doesn’t apply to homophobes or other like hateful harmful bully groups But, let yourself see the human in all sorts of people, especially those you’ve been brainwashed into thinking are “the enemy.” If you’re an indoors type, meet people who love to explore. If you’re a picky eater, have friends who are 100% down to finish your plate ( @fayt30l0v3 ❤️❤️) . People with different skills, like singing dancing hockey tennis, different branches of interests, like history and lizards and niche 90s shows and horses. People with partners, or celibates, or planets in universes of polycules. Furries and stargender people and people with face tattoos and people who don’t look or sound anything like you. People from other countries. I cannot express how important it is to find the “other” and befriend them because you’ll find you’re really not that different and that sounds so cheesy and it is because it’s so true
I keep thinking of these two posts. One that’s like “I owe no one anything mindset has ruined our generation. WE OWE ALL WE CAN GIVE TO EACH OTHER” and another that’s “most trans people are just trying to live trying to live trying to live”
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We all deserve to undwsatnd more about the human condition! And we deserve to be in situations where we can properly assess ourselves instead of just mindlessly taking in information
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ceramicorn · 2 months
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Unlucky bunny ☹
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obsesiveblue · 2 years
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Welp I drew them again Phanart part two? I guess .
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