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unityghost · 6 days
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unityghost · 1 month
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"Having a familiar must be so magical; I wish I had a cute little black cat to help me with spells"
Cat: *eats catnip out of the chalice*
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unityghost · 2 months
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I have a thin skin but a good poker face.
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unityghost · 2 months
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unityghost · 2 months
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👁👄👁
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unityghost · 3 months
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Being homeschooled as a way to prevent any contact with the outside world was a wild trip. Not a fun trip. No, it was abusive, alienating, extremely lonely, and with absolutely no escape possible. I couldn't find refuge in friends, because I had none. I couldn't get help from a counselor, because there were none. I absolutely could not tell a mandated reporter what I was going through, because there were none. I couldn't get help from child services, because I didn't know they existed. I couldn't get help from anyone. No one came and saved me. No one.
You controlled everything about me. My clothes, my hair, my relationships, where I went and how long I was there. You made one ultimate and stupid assumption, and it will haunt you later. You could control who I was with, the environments around me, etc...
You made a big mistake in thinking you could truly control my thoughts. You made a big mistake in allowing me internet access at 13. You made a big mistake in allowing me to go to community college. I thank you for these.
I dreamed of my life without you. I dreamed of my life: without you.
THE ENTIRE TIME.
You'll be left behind. I won't look back. I won't help you. I won't save you. I won't talk to you. I won't be near you. I won't answer you.
You're lucky I have three siblings who care about you in the way you want them to.
Good luck.
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unityghost · 3 months
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Today a child told me I'm gross for liking mice and bugs. Another kid called me old. This mouse is my only friend.
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unityghost · 3 months
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family: don't come in here with that gay witchy shit.
me asf coming with that gay witchy shit:
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unityghost · 4 months
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Me, age fifteen, having a Western showdown with a houseplant
Circa 2007
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unityghost · 4 months
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tall boots, short skirts, long jackets
rb if u agree
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unityghost · 4 months
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Chillin with cat
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unityghost · 5 months
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Today I slept in very late so the vibe is ⬆️
I feel guilty for everything. I feel guilty for having traumas. I feel guilty for being traumatized. I feel guilty for feeling the feelings I feel. I feel guilty for expressing those feelings. I feel guilty for showing emotions. Everything feels like it's my fault. And everytime someone says something remotely close to it being my fault, It feels like I failed the whole world, because I am not doing it right. Even if they are pointing out things I could do in a different way to improve myself, it feels like I am worth nothing but death. I feel guilty for my existence.
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unityghost · 5 months
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unityghost · 5 months
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Things idiots do: try to save a mouse in a sticky trap and get bitten and bleed all over the floor at work
Things I do: see above
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unityghost · 5 months
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Self harm doesn’t always happen when a blade touches skin.
It’s skipping meals because you don’t feel like you deserve to eat today. It’s drinking recklessly because you might have the ‘courage’ do something stupid. It’s smoking - not because you need the nicotine - because you know it’s bad for you. It’s banging your head against a wall when you’re angry. It’s crossing the road without looking because you lowkey hope a car might hit you. It’s thinking about all the ways you could break a bone and make it look like an accident. It’s not taking painkillers because you want to suffer. It’s taking painkillers in excess because you know it’s dangerous. It’s walking home the more dangerous way because you’re kind of half hoping you’ll get attacked or raped or stabbed. It’s going for long walks at night and getting chilled to the bone and hoping that you get lost so that you can’t find your way back. It’s seeking out triggering material. It’s all the stupid little ways you punish yourself for existing.
Sometimes self harm happens when you put effort into depriving yourself of things you like or need, and sometimes it happens when you don’t put any effort into doing the things you like or need.
It’s a pattern of self-destructive behaviour, and it doesn’t only happen in one way.
This sort of behavior is classified as “para-suicidal” It’s putting yourself in a situation of danger or destruction with the intention of risking your safety rather than a direct attempt on your life. Kind of, leaving it all to chance? Also doing things to harm yourself or your self worth because you feel you deserve to feel the outcome of those actions.
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unityghost · 5 months
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Ooh, somebody called me out
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unityghost · 5 months
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Here is a little Supernatural fanfiction for anyone who's had Sabriel (Post-Asmodeus Sabriel Feels, specifically) at the back of their mind. Since I know some of you IRL, I've been too self-conscious to actually post the full story on my Tumblr account as if I'm some type of uppity quasi-professional pretending like my fanfiction is real literature, so I'll just post the links and a few tags for fellow Supernatural trash.
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