don’t y’all love it when you go to school and best case scenario you ace your math test and worst case scenario you get shot 3rd hour
MORNINGS ARE MINE. I HAVE SAID THIS MULTIPLE TIMES TO MY FAMILY. IF THEY WANT ME TO BE NICE THEY LEAVE ME AN HOUR IN THE MORNING WHERE IM THE ONLY ONE UP. AND THEN MY STEPBROTHER HAS THE AUDACITY TO *DRAG* HIMSELF OUT OF BED AT 5. I HATE EVERYTHING.
My dear lgbt+ kids,
I see the phrase “touch-starved gays” quite a lot on tumblr and I absolutely get that it’s a relatable joke - but here’s a serious note on that topic:
So many of us know that hunger. I’m not necessarily talking about a hunger for sex here. There’s nothing shameful about desiring a sexual relationship but it’s often more than that: a desire for emotional connection, for tenderness and gentleness, for affection.
It’s not only the fact that being openly affectionate with your partner in public can be dangerous - even a silent thought in the safety of your own bed can feel so dangerous that we try to bury it. There’s so much shame surrounding queer affection, shame that is deeply ingrained in our brains and hearts.
This desperate hunger for affection can lead to unhealthy decisions. It can make you blind to red flags and warning sings, can lead you to date and/or sleep with people who are not good for you.
Manipulative people, abusive people, they often seek out affection-starved partners. You may have heard about the manipulation technique “love-bombing” before: drowning a person in affection in order to create dependency. They seek out people who crave love and satisfy their craving, just to gain power over them.
This letter is simply a quick reminder to be careful who you let it, even (or especially) when you’re desperate to let someone in.
You deserve to find people who feel genuine love and affection for you - and don’t just see you as easy prey.
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Mom
i fuckign hate babysitting my girlfriend
her: i don’t wanna go out and eat with my family
me: then don’t
her: i fought with my stepmom and now i feel guilty for staying home. also i wanna go out to eat because there’s no food at home
me: damn you probably shoulda worked the “no food at home” part into your pros and cons list
her: my family doesn’t care about me because they didn’t make me come
me: if they really didn’t care they wouldntve told you they were leaving
her: that’s bad parenting and it reminds me of my abusive childhood which i will now go into a detailed description of for five minutes
me: *literally can’t anymore, because yeah i care about her but it’s frustrating to deal with this shit all the time*
i feel like every time something goes wrong in her life she comes straight to me about everything (including bottled emotions that have been stored for years!!) and i’m not a fucking therapist!!! i don’t have the energy to make this shit work anymore!!!!! but i suck at saying no so i can’t stop doing this shit!!!!!!
i wanna FUCKING DIE
being in college level classes in high school is crazy bc everyone tells you to try your hardest at everything and get a planner and manage your time
meanwhile you have no time to manage, you’re terrified you’ll fail an assessment and you’re probably also juggling a job and several activities (7 if you’re me) and it’s hell on earth
me: *sobbing and mindlessly scrolling through tumblr*
this is a genuine cry for help someone please tell me to go to sleep
so today my brother z was literally hit by a car and he’s okay, he was in and out of the hospital in 3 hours but i was talking about it to my brother j and-
me: dude it’s crazy, i can’t even wrap my head around what it would be like to be hit by a car
j: you KNOW i had a LUNG COLLAPSE and i was in the HOSPITAL for FIVE DAYS and i looked like a HEROIN ADDICT the pain was IMMEASURABLE
like dude. that happened several years ago. z was hit five hours ago. can you put your ego aside and not be the center of attention for five goddamn seconds
You’re not reading this by accident.
Everything is going to be okay.
Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before.
You’ve been this uncomfortable, anxious and scared, and you survived.
Close your eyes and feel the universe within you making a way for you right now.
if only my dad realized that hours on end of homework every night was a fault of the school system and not of my supposed bad character
me: ugh i don’t wanna go to school it makes me sad and stressed
my girlfriend: hey at least i’ll be there! :)
me to me: the fact that you will be present at school does not change the fact that the stress from classes will be insurmountable and cause a deep depression in me that will make me want to go to bed and never wake up
me: heh, i guess…
i want to
my brother can absolutely go fuck himself
internet’s out. my younger brother T is kinda pissy about it. i run upstairs to my older brother J just to double check that unplugging the router will reset it. he gets pissed immediately like “my internet is fine, i bet it’s just something you did to your device.” no, fuck you.
now he’s storming downstairs, checks with T’s computer and concludes that his internet is down. he resets the router and goes back to the computer. thinking he has gone back upstairs, i begin venting to T about how i didn’t ask J to help, i was only checking to make sure i was doing the right thing. J comes back around the corner, pissed as ever, and goes off on me again for having talked about him behind his back. i get that i shouldn’t have, but fuck off. there was no need to explode. he gets the last say too, “wait until people are gone before you talk about them behind their back” said as he was going up the stairs.
he needs fucking therapy but has decided to “roll with it”. jesus fuck. all i was asking is clarification but he needs to do everything because he’s the only one who does anything in this house. fuck off you video game addicted incel. there’s a reason you stay home all day - nobody wants to be around you because you’re a disgusting piece of shit.