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falloutboyfan18 · 3 years
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Pete Wentz ig story update
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llylaa · 3 years
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saw you again for the first time in eight weeks. i was hoping i wouldn’t feel anything. i did. still love you. still hope you’ll love me too.
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closetgremlin · 3 years
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Reading an article for Cultural Anthropology. It uses old, fancy, and/or biblical terminology and metaphors as if I’m supposed to be familiar with it, which makes it kind of hard to read. I may have been raised Christian, but I’m not that familiar with it - I’ve never even read the Bible, I don’t really know what this article is saying sometimes.
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styleofjonah · 3 years
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Jonah on Instagram | November 23, 2020
Neff Lawrence Camel Fold beanie ($17,95)
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dxrkening · 3 years
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It’s so tempting to slip back into old habits. I’m really scared, I haven’t felt this way in a long time. I had an incredibly vivid intrusive thought of slicing my arms open and bleeding out and it made me feel so sick to my stomach. I simultaneously can’t believe there was a time where I would’ve done that to myself with hardly any hesitation, and also want to go back to that place. It’s familiar and oddly comforting. I’ve worked so hard to get out but it feels like it’s just pulling me back in... I can’t give up, can I? I’m so tired and I just wish it all would end, but don’t I deserve more? I’m so tired. Do I really have to pull myself out of that darkness over and over again for the rest of my life, or will it eventually go away for good? I wish I knew.
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maybeyoucanhealme · 3 years
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Cole via ig stories (23/11/2020)
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Briana followed these accounts on IG!
11.23.2020
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ahoodgirl · 3 years
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y'all my nerves are messed up.
I was stopped at a red light, and I guess I thought it had turned green so I went and when I looked up, I did not see green. the red light was staring right at me, and I felt stupid at that moment, then my hands started shaking like crazy, and and my mind was flooded with different things, like "am I really crazy?", "what the fuck did I just do?", and a million other bad things.
I need someone to calm me down 😭😫😖🤧💔
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discodile · 3 years
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an-oxymoronic-life · 3 years
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There are times when I want to
cut off all contact with everyone, including my family, and just start my life over from a fresh start. I want to delete all my social media and maybe start it over when I’m in better mental space and create a following organically. No one would notice my absence anyway and that’s fine with me.
What’s stopping me?
I’m stuck. In my life, in my mindset, and in my ways. Things right now for me are uncomfortable yet comfortable at the same time. I’m not fully self-sufficient yet so this idea remains a fantasy.
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beingallelite · 3 years
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via Darby’s IG Story on 11.23.20
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scorpionsandhoney · 3 years
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Awomen🙏🏼🥀
11.23.20
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coldmilkcreamery · 3 years
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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: mark lee x male reader 🥀
𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 608
𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: you wanted to surprise your boyfriend of two years, but instead get surprised yourself as you catch him with your best friend.
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: cheating, death
𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙
𝗮/𝗻: sooo first fic jdjsjajsjsjsjj, mark's name isn't even mentioned so you're free to imagine whoever from the 90s Love lineup cheats on you 😬
> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <
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The cerulean skies had just started disappearing, indigo and violet slowly painting over it. The peaceful ambience of the now-vacated school grounds gave you a rather unexpected feeling—melancholy. As you wandered through the empty college, trampling the thymes underneath, a cold breeze of wind made you shiver, reminding you to put your boyfriend’s jersey on. “Just a little more to go and I’ll finally see him after all this time,” you thought to yourself, your boyfriend’s jacket with a ‘13’ printed at the back giving you warmth from the cold autumn air. “He’s been gone for a month, competing in the country’s hockey finals, I hope he won.”
You trekked your way to the school’s newly-made ice rink, boysenberry drawstring on one hand and two iced mochas on the other. As you entered the stadium, it took awhile for you to adjust to the now chillier air, even surprising you since you haven’t been here in so long. Putting the mochas down, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, typing the words “babe i’m here”, only to pause and delete the message, deciding that you would surprise your boyfriend of two years. You put your phone back in your pocket, picked the mochas up and continued on your amble towards the locker rooms.
To your surprise, all the lights were off, only the indigo light from the now-cloudy skies shone through the windows, giving you vision in the rather dark locker room. You continued on slowly but quietly, as you wanted to surprise your boyfriend, but froze when he heard panting. And soon on after that, an “I love you”. You mustered up enough courage to walk just a little bit more, just to find your boyfriend of two years, and best friend of seven, both pushed up against the wall. The latter had their back against it, knees up in the air as your boyfriend carried and thrusted into them, doing something he would do to his own partner. You felt his heart just rip, just a little. Your best friend had their face buried in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck while silently panting and moaning a little here and there, both not even noticing the shattered mess just standing there, frozen. Lifeless. Broken. Tears welled in your eyes as you dropped the drinks and your boysenberry bag, dashing towards the exit. It startled the two on the wall, who have now stopped their movements. They both set their eyes on the light brown liquid on the floor first, and the bag second. The latter making them worry even more.
Breathing started to become harder and harder as you sprinted across the now-slippery ground. Thunder boomed as millions of tiny raindrops drenched the figure wearing an azure and maroon jacket. Leaves crunching, lungs burning and eyes spilling—this was the opposite of what you had thought would happen five minutes ago. Millions of thoughts rushed to your head as you went, some like “was i not enough?”, “how long have they been doing this?”, “what am i going to do now?”, and “why”. Without notice, your legs slowly lost function. You slowed down from your marathon-like sprint and dropped to the ground, legs giving out from exhaustion. You felt your throat getting tighter and tighter, breaths getting slower and harder, and eyes getting heavier and heavier. As you took in the scent of the muddy, green grass, hands on your heart with the rain disguising your spilling tears, you took your last breath.
Some say experiencing heartbreak can actually make your heart rip a little. And that’s exactly what happened to you. That pain—multiplied by 13.
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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 11.23.20
𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 11.23.20
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mintghost · 3 years
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11.23.20
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mariatsukiko · 3 years
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11.23.20 Level 25: COMPLETED... Commence Level 26
IG: mariatsukiko
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