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This is your last chance
I say
As I look with pleading eyes
At the phone next to my bed
Hoping it will light up
With a text from you
Or a phone call
To prove you care
But no matter how hard I hope
Deep down I know
It will never
Ever
Come
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purdykittykatsworld · 5 months
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createdbytragedy · 7 hours
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MY GIRLFRIEND
Pairing: Choi Beomgyu x reader Genre: Fluff Just a brainrot I had to write at 2 in the morning
"Gyu, please take out the trash and fold the laundry. Also, can you go to the grocery store? We ran out of milk," you said to your boyfriend before getting off the couch. "Who? me?" he asked dumbfoundedly, peering you over his phone where he was playing a game at. "Yes. You. Who else do you thinking I'm talking to? the ghost in of my great great uncle?" You replied, standing with hands on your hips from across the room. He pouts," Whyyyyyyy?!! why do I have to do it? Can't you do it?" You sigh, "I'm really tired, Gyu. Pretty please.........." the puppy eyes and batting eye lashes always do the trick, "I know you'll do that for me ,you're the best boyfriend ever and that's why I'll shower you with kisses and cuddles once all of that is done." And with that the door closed behind you. Soobin stared silently at the conversation that just happened until he heard a giggle beside him. "Gosh, what's up with you? " he asked, looking at Beomgyu who was blushing and smiling like an idiot. "If my girlfriend thinks she can just bat her cute lil eyes at me while bribing me with kisses and cuddles to make me do all the chores, then she DEFINATELY can!" And Soobin has never seen Beomgyu so eager to do laundry.
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stoned-r0mantic · 1 year
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You dont love me. You dont. You dont. Im such a bad perosn. If you knew what goes on inside my head you wouldnt love me. Im a bad person. Im a bad person. No one can love me. No one at all. Im completely unloveable. Im a completely unlovable person. i am not capable of being loved. im a bad person. Im too mentally ill. I dont deserve your love. I dont fucking deserve it. Im bad. Im shitty. Im dependent. Im too attached. I get too distant. Im too sexual. I cant provide comfort. Im not a good perosn at all. Fucking hell theres no way you love me :(
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greyaugustuspoetry · 1 year
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I’m disentegrating
In your flimsy hug
I’m crying out to you
But it doesn’t get far
I’m making an effort
You don’t seem to care
Shut me out I guess
None of this is fair
I want to be your friend,
But you don’t love me
-Grey Augustus
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darienthegemini · 5 months
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Save and send this to that mf who act like but don’t give a fuck about you.
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You’re too blind to see you have a disease
Love pills and whiskey more than you love me
Pint after pint erasin’ our memories
If only you loved me like you love smokin’ weed
Please don’t walk away
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chillvibeshawty · 6 months
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Simple truths...
there are no miracles, no magic...
And I don’t know how I’m still alive without him...
I sob with the showers in unison with the voices...
Heart with tears, soul with prayers to heaven...
Separation is a requiem, everything has cooled down, fly, dream...
After all, heaven decided everything for me, so be it...
Simple truths, no miracles, no magic...
And I don’t know how I’m still alive without him...
You fly after him, the winds...
Don't break his windows...
I don't know who was wrong...
Maybe me, maybe him...
Don't cry about him, rain...
Don't put out his fire...
I have forgiven and God will forgive...
He does not love me....
His dont love me....
You dont love me...
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vexedhighness · 2 years
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i want you to kill me
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insidemymindsglow · 2 years
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do you love me? do you love me or do you love the idea of having someone who is willing to shower you with affection without receiving anything back. no commitment - is it that what you like? do you like how easy i am? how dumb i am?
do you love me? did you love me? did you ever really love me when you've been using me all this time? did you ever love me when you were draining my soul, filling it up with your own sweats and tears, because you couldn't take them yourself?
do you love me? will you love me? will you ever be able to love me the way you always promised you would? will you ever be able to escape your own shadow and meet me in the light, facing your fears? will you ever be able to give me the love that you always told me I deserved?
you couldn't, you can't and you won't;
let me go.
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And i hope that you miss me
When you go back
To the place you call home
I hope you think
It’s not it anymore
And you fly back
Into my arms
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purdykittykatsworld · 10 months
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stoned-r0mantic · 3 months
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Istg shes gonna leave me. Im too much. Im not enough. Im too insecure. Im the worst bf. I get angry bc she'll never do things for me like i do for her. I'd do anything just to hang out with her. But she won't do that. But it's fine! I'll just sit in bed and cry while i wait for her to respond to my texts and want to call! Like always! I'll wait like a dog even though it feels like you dont even want me anymore! Doesn't matter how much i need to call bc ur not feeling it! /gen! but it's fine. No one will ever love me the way i love them. i don't want to live anymore. I just want to fucking kms so i dont have to live in this miserable world. I cant leave them but i physically cant stand being alive anymore i just cant. Its become too goddamn much. I cant wait two more years anymore i just cant i want to die i hate codependency. I hate my fake fucking friends. Whsts the point of living? Theres no fucking point to life. Why should i stay alive for others when they dont even seem to care enough to hang out with me once in a while. Im so pissed off at everyone. Im so close to just ghosting everyone and killing myself. I cant stand this constant heartsche anymore. I can't stand not calling every single day. Or not calling at all basically. Its selfish. But i can help it. If you cant handle how needy i am then dont fucking be with me. I want to leave her before she has the chance to leave me. Im splitting and i dont want to be mad at her. I dont want to hurt her. I dont want to leave her. But this relationship makes me so much worse and i hate this version of myself. I hate being vunerable. Boys dont fucking cry. I shouldnt be fucking crying.
Just leave me already so i can kms and not have anyone upset about it. I can't stay clean. Hell, i can't even NOT lash out. You say i'm "a good person".. but *I* know I'm the worst fucking person. If only you knew what went on in my head. If only you knew how i feel 24 fucking 7. Pictures of brutally murdering people just because they pissed me off. Sadness turning into outright hatred for someone. Paranoia. All the fucking tme. Just needing destruction and chaos in my life. Not csring abiut anyone but myself. Thoughts of manipulating people js bc i can and its so easy to do. constant numbness. I dont wanna be toxic. I dont want to be. But these thoughts get so hard to ignore. I dont wsnt to hate her but if she doesnt change some things soon im gonna stsrt splitting. Devaluing. If you cant call me at least once or twice a week then we shouldn't even be tg. Ive told you. Time and fucking time again. I need calling. Yet you still STILL fucking dont call. I love you so much it hurts me. Ill wait for you forever. Just step all over me and tear my heart out, we both know I dont have the strength to leave you. I'll just self sabotage until you decide im too unstable to be with. Leave me. Abandon me.
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moonmaryblue · 2 years
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Siempre sé que no me querrás de la manera que yo quiero, pero me gusta perder el tiempo imaginando que si me quieres de esa manera...
-moonmaryblue
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kochei0 · 1 month
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I turn to Ares.
Thanks to Tyler Miles Lockett who allowed me to draw inspiration from his ARES piece for page 2! Look at his etsy page it's SICK
⚔️ If you want to read some queer retelling of arturian legends have a look at my webtoon
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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