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#I DONT NEED YOU
privit3 · 1 month
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duhmemo · 2 months
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I want you all to know that I dont have this blog for popularity followers friends or mutuals
It is solely for when something is in my mind, bouncing around and around untamed and unheard whilst simultaneously driving me slowly mad and I know I must release it if I’m ever to have any semblance of peace
So I write them here. Whispers to be drowned out by the voices of those who haunt this website.
Will they be heard? No, but they will be free
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a1m05t-en0ugh · 10 months
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TRIGGER WARNING
Soooo my best friend just told me to kms (I think as a joke) and I don’t know what to do with myself rn.
Context: I posted an “ugly pic” of her on my spam account (with 6 followers and one other person saw it) and then she commented “kys”. I’ve now deleted the pic and no one else saw the pic except her and a friend of ours and I apologized.
Anyway I really don’t know how to feel about this. She knows a lot about my situation and the fact that she just said that is weird. I really don’t know what to do rn.
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bookish--witch · 1 year
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Happiness isn't something you search for
You can manifest that shit for yourself ✨️
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whalethong · 11 months
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sayasdiary · 1 year
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SAYA
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yoko-oh-nooo · 10 months
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Wir zwei werden uns niemals reimen
Denn Ich bin Poesie und Du
Nicht mal der rede wert!
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jude-thedude98 · 1 year
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Letters 6:27
By Us the Poets
I feel you,
Being in the closet
Is like a closed mouth
Full of hotsauce
Bursting to get out
I want out
I know you do
But you can't seemingly live without
The thought of
Your parents
Or peers
Striking you down
Well here's a mental medicine for life's emotional riding roller coasters
Just because they birthed you out
Doesn't make them your parents
A parent is someone who takes care of their kid no matter what
Circumstances unknown couldn't keep them from
Their own child
And how wild is it
That these so called best friends are not there to be with you till the end
But they are there to end when
Things get too thick
Or too thin
And maybe it's coming from within
Not within your friends
But within you
Because maybe if truth would've been told by you
Then losing someone special
Wouldn't have came in twos.
So you choose
To stay in the closet
Trapped with skeletons, rubbers, and R. Kelly's gun
A baretta too vendetta
For a night's fight of fun
I wish I could run
To your aid
But I'm tired already
I'm sore from the pain you kept me hustling behind
So spaghetti noodles
I go limp soup
You'll
Be alright
I wish you the best but
More importantly
I wish you love, peace, and acceptance
Of self.
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denimnan · 2 years
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you texted after such a long time
but i knew better than to reply you
for i don't have the strength
to let you back in my life
it is for the better for both of us
not to be in each other's life
for that one text of yours
has made me remember
all the bitter things you said
it may be in the past
but it feels like it was just yesterday
the relationship we once had
it no longer exist in my life
- N.R.K.
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kochei0 · 2 months
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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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jacqcrisis · 7 months
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Put salt in your baked goods. Put salt in your desserts. Just do it. Please. Salt isn't just for savory, it's literally a flavor enhancer so even a pinch can take a meh recipe to one people can't stop eating. Listen to me. Your cookies and cheesecake bars are bland and uninteresting. I'm taking your hand. I'm guiding you with a gentle touch to the back. We can do this together. Trust me.
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embraceyourdestiny · 6 months
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to any americans who feel "paralyzed" and "dont know what to do" to help with gaza:
reading a fucking book. i beg of you.
in a time of knowledge suppression is it your duty to arm yourself with knowledge.
read about americas occupations in the middle east.
read about 9/11 from outside of america and see how they inflicted senseless harm and violence to countless amounts of people and have been suppressing your rights for the past 2 fucking decades.
read about any of the countless wars from the past 30 years. especially from a civilian's. and the victims and survivors' perspective. listen to the horror stories and do not plug your fucking ears as to what your country is doing.
and read about fucking gaza and palestine and keep up with what is happening no matter how "sad" or "uncountable" you might get.
dont look away from this.
you dont have the right to be comfortable during countless active genocides.
if you're knowledgeable, you're powerful, and our current state doesnt fucking want that.
you have the power to change things if you open your eyes and scream to the world.
wake the fuck up.
Edit: please check the reblogs there are readings and ways to help
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stil-lindigo · 8 days
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
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lareesuhh · 4 months
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who knew how helpful writing a forgiveness letter would be
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yquemasda · 5 months
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Te quiero
Pero ya no lucharé por ti
No lucharé por alguien que no haría lo mismo por mi.
Te quiero
Pero tú a mí no
No debimos conocernos
Lo sé
Porque no nos hacemos bien
Tu no me haces bien.
Se que tú no lucharias por mi
Así que... Yo tampoco lo haré
No volverás a saber de mí
Ni yo de ti.
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yoko-oh-nooo · 3 months
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About rhyming and loving
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Unfortunately, the two of us will never rhyme.
Because I am poetry
And you
Not even worth mentioning!
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