#besties i’m fucking ILL

[kacchanas]

thinking about bakugou muttering like deku

#bakudeku #bnha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #besties i’m fucking ILL #bnha #boku no hero academia #.txt wonder

[little-shiny-sharpies]

*through gritted teeth* don’t trust how you feel about your life after 9 pm or during your monthly hell, don’t trust how you feel about your life after 9 pm or during your-

#//vent #I feel so alone #whenever I’m jittery and excited and I gotta talk to somebody there’s never anybody there #usually because of time zones #everybody posted about how quarantine affected them but that’s just literally how I’ve lived my entire life #I want to get a shit job at Joanne’s I’m not kidding deadass I want to experience the mundane life everyone else but me has lived #I only go to town once every 4 months or so and I RELISH it. There’s a whole world out there. Look at all these people with lives as rich #and complex as my own. What I wouldn’t give to small talk with every single person in Fred’s and learn their passions and how they live #all I do is wake up feed clean and water animals that’s all I’ve ever done #I remember being in HS and loving lunch bc I could watch everybody laugh and eat and live #I never got to stay after school for activities bc my mom hated picking me up #I never got to go to parties past 10 yrs old bc my family was more important and they fucking hated me orbiting them #my family is all I’ve ever known and they don’t even realize how starved I am for contact #ANYTHING #ANYTHING AT ALL #ILL TAKE SOME OLD WHITE MAN HURLING SLURS AT ME I NEED TO FEEL ALIVE #I need to feel the bitter sting of life and live #and I don’t even have online friends to play with like yeah I occasionally talk to my besties on here #but I can’t bring myself to ask for anything more

[ashessartt]

What The Fuck.

#bestie is going through it #also we finally know his victim??? holy shit #and es at the end??? WHAT THE FUCK #bestie is teetering on the edge of death #i’m so mentally ill #fuuta kajiyama #milgram #backdraft #tw cursing #ashes hell store

[philsmeatylegss]

Feel valid with your trauma from being a glass child and not have you biggest trigger get set off by feeling not heard or search ‘glass child’ on tiktok and see half the videos of people going “poor me I made my sibling a glass child wah wah” and the other half are actual glass children with comment sections calling them ableist or dramatic when they even say they don’t blame their siblings

#literally the romanticization of autism and deification of glass children ran me off that app #I still go on but not nearly as much #well autism isn’t that much of a trend anymore at least #remember a few months ago everyone was self diagnosed autistic and if you used logic and said that’s ridiculous you would get doxxed? #because I fucking do #ngl this site hardcore still does it but I’m not leaving here any time soon and y’all actually have brain cells so I don’t mind as much #bestie I was a glass child with two very mentally ill parents you could call me the most vile insults and I’d probably laugh awkwardly #oh but if you genuinely don’t hear what I say and ask me to repeat myself I’ll claw your fucking eyes out #still working on that one in therapy

[worstlovesong]

Basically got told I should be grateful I don’t have a visible disability or something and I shouldn’t complain about my pain

#bestie 😀 what #invisible illness is still illness??? #my pain is valid??? #like yeah I’m still functional and I’m grateful I’ve made it this far but that’s not because I’m ‘not disabled enough’ #it’s because I’ve fucking pushed myself to my limit to get here #so when I wake up in severe pain I should be allowed to be upset about it #cj.txt

[nastytransmasc]

Unfortunately, or fortunately, idk, the patterns are converging and becoming more pronounced

#bro why do adhd. autism. chronic illness. and trauma all have the same fucking symptoms #it’s like I can’t tell me from the trauma responses #realizing I’m trans helped a lot but now I feel like that’s the only thing I know about myself #also feeling a lot or guilt for having access to treatment for my trauma while people are being retraumatized and murdered constantly #just a lot of cognitive dissonance and dissociation #like grateful that I have access. but like why me ya know #I didn’t do anything to deserve it but being born where I was #I’ve felt guilty for being alive since I was a kid #it’s like a weird survivor’s guilt but what did I survive? #wish my head would shut the fuck up #me posting #shoutout to my bestie internet anonymity. I love you bitch

[bagelsand-creamcheemse]

ooooowah I want to diiiiiieah

#college being bad for the mental illness so true bestie so true #deadass took me like a month of this feeling to book a session with the therapist I haven’t seen since the february shitstorm #which I guess is a good thing arguably but god I already know what she’s gonna say I think lmao #and I’ll still have to pay for it aaawrrrrhchhhhhshdhhchchchch #part of me like well wish I could unsend THAT text #scared to see my advisor tomorrow too #I’m so sick of not being able to operate like a normal fucking person #eli.txt #idk if I need to like tag this for anything (like anyone ever sees these really but eh ?? u never know) #but if I do just pop me an anon or smth and I’ll mark it as depression or whatever other tw may be needed. if anyone cares lmao

[alsoyooraiyah]

YO WHAT DO YOU MEAN HOYOFEST IS JUST AT MEGAMALL???? AT THE SAME TIME AS KOMIKET???????? YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME

#dude fuck me like….. #i’m going to cry >.< ;-; #i was sad abt missing out on BOA but now I guess I get to make up for it ahdkshsjs goddamn #i have to apologize to my besties for the person ill become

[bibleofficial]

the problem that i’ve is that i need a man to be like 6’1 for me to be into him bc i’ve carried myself as if i’m 6’5 for years so if he’s Not Big Enough i will imagine myself Much Larger than him despite being like … Normal Height

#stream #5’— TWO POSSIBLE DIGITS & 1 OF THEM IS A 0 NOT TELLING U WHICH SIDE THE 0 IS ON BUT IF 6’1 IS THE CUT OFF …. TAKE A GUESS #ALSKALSKALSKALKSLAKSLA #like 6’0 250 i’m still like bro i could take u .. #BC I COULD #THATS NOT EVEN THAT BIG #but bc my bestie is 6’1.5 he’s my reference point & im like yea no i couldn’t take him reasonably #i MEAN I TOTALLY COULD FUCK U ILL FIGHT ANYONE IDGAF #IM STRONGER THAN I LOOK #anyway #im soooo agressive bc im so fucking hungry bc i was supposed to meet up w 2 guys & both flaked & im already experiencing heartbreak so this #didn’t help but also all i’ve had today is a coffee & a redbull 12oz (yellow can) & water ALSKALKSLAKSLAKSLAKSLAKAL #LIKE I THOIGUT I WAS GOING TO FUCK I DIDNT WANT TO BE BLOATED #im so mad #anyway i stopped by the sex store on the way home & said fuck it ALSKALSKAKKSLAS WE DONT NEED NO MAN US LONELY GIRLS MAKE DO #im just so :( #i’ve so much affection to give but nobody to give it to - like MY LOVE LANGUAGE IS TOUCH I NEED A MAN TO LOVE ON FOR LIKE HALF AN HOUR TO #GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM BUT I DONT HAVE ANYONE :( #like syphilis ex was 5’11 & he was always like ‘i’m taller than u’ & i was just 🧐 we’re the same height

[sanchoyo]

went thru the clothes in the two totes thatve been in storage for abt 2-3 months now. Got very emotional. But. I don’t think I want to wear them anymore so I’ll be selling some and donating the rest (actually probably will ask my sister and cousins if they want first dibs lol) so…might link my depop in the next week or so when I get the listings up? I’ve got a lot of 1. Funky and one of a kind dresses/skirts 2. Vintage skirts/dresses (70s-80s mostly) 3. Very pretty princesscore type dresses/skirts. Like no kidding some of this stuff is gorgeous it’s just not a style I wanna dress in anymore :”) so if anyone is looking for cool clothes (plus sized!) for kinda cheap keep an eye out for the depop link sometime soon!! I don’t price gouge and I rly just wanna make a small amount of money while finding ppl who will rly Love the clothes u know?? I want them to be loved 🥺

#I’m keeping some skirts to try and turn into pants too but I still have 2 totes of Sell Clothes #aaaaa #it’s been a min since I sold on depop I hope ppl are more chill this time ngl #I had ppl haggling and it’s like bestie I gotta charge u shipping I’m so sorry!! #the item is as cheap as it can be pls !!! #like 10$ for a vintage dress w no stains or holes or fraying is a steal!!!! 😭 #a brand name Lolita dress for 20$?? I’m the fucking bargain king dude 🤨 #sanchoyorambles #probably will not post listings today bc I feel very ill gjfjckcsj and tomorrow my baby nephew has his graduation from kindergarten 🥺 #so probably this weekend or next week

[ihateyouforwhatyoudid]

i am loopy pls ignor this n let me scream into the void

#it is 3am n i haven’t slept bc the pain is out of this world ahahahahaha #if i don’t laugh i’ll cry so aaaaaaaaa #da bestie is trying to take me to ed but i rather implode than go there #i kno my body cannot take it any longe r but i am 2 stubborn for this #i have a mental health history ahahahaha #they don’t take u seriously if ur mentally ill #once i had a seizure in hospital and they told me it was just a bad panic attack #dat is not a safe place<3333333 #tw pills!!!!! #so had a huge adddiction last december #& i detoxed in hospital a couple months ago with it but nowwwwww #hahahaahha i’m going to fucking die anyway #why cant i just be heavily medicated while i suffer #fuckkkkk

[worstlovesong]

Like I know she means well but how do I tell her that it’s inappropriate to tell someone that meditation will cure their incurable chronic disorder and insisting it isn’t actually incurable and western medicine is simply “lying” to them

#bro... #bestie idk how to tell you this but my autonomic nervous system is malfunctioning and no amount of positive thinking will change that #meditation can adjust my mindset but I’m still chronically ill #and there’s nothing fucking wrong with admitting I’m disabled #I love my roommate I do she’s so sweet and she means no harm #but she doesn’t get it and I don’t know how to explain this #cj.txt #cj’s chronic illness

[buyingaradspaceship]

anyone wanna form unhealthy attachments and have a chaotic time with unbearably intense positive emotions that ultimately ends with me killing myself somewhere down the line ?? because that sounds fucking perfect rn imo

#p #I’m okay I’m okay I’m fine. I just. I crave that silly little mental illness bestie times #I want a whirlwind autumn so I can kill myself after knowing I did good and #honestly I want to like relive my teen years but. unafraid. this time #because I was such a little bitch back then. I could do so much better now #who else has childhood trauma? neurodiverse? lgbt #? wanna just fuck up like we should’ve had the chance to as kids? #PLEASE. let me be trash :) #sidenote: yea I’m listening to Midwest emo and no it’s not influencing me At All hehe

[ieatangstforbreakfast]

Pairing ೃ⁀➷ 1610! Miles Morales x Fem! Reader

Summary ೃ⁀➷ Based off of Conan Gray’s song, Heather.

Genre ೃ⁀➷ Unrequited love, one shot

Tags ೃ⁀➷ Unrequited Love, Really rushed, It’s like twelve here damn, short one shot, Reader is a hopeless romantic idk anymore, not proofread, it’s mostly just poetic shit idk

Author's Note ೃ⁀➷ ill design it tomorrow goddamn it i just wanted to write, might wake up and rewrite idfk

“𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫,”

Suddenly, all of what was left of November passed, with the dead, scarlet leaves the only homage remaining of the autumn that’s escaped your grasps. Autumn left as quick as it came, you couldn’t even bid a proper adieu.

When you think of December, you think of this icy wonderland— a winter that’d leave you huddling in the comfort of thick coats and hot chocolate, while patiently waiting on the nearing holiday that was prancing around the corner. Instead, what poured was not the icy flare of snow, but rain heavy enough to send you and Miles bolting off for cover.

In the thick downpour, your giggles emanated throughout the dim alleyways as the two of you sought sanctuary beneath a bus stop, somehow able to shield yourselves from the pitter-patters that raged on in a sideway fall.

“Oh my God, your hair.” You pointed at his drenched curls, a low laugh following along. Miles shook his head, running his fingers through the fluff of his waves when it poofs up again after a few turns. “It’s got magic, don’t worry.”

You brush your hands over the drenched skirt of your uniform, cursing to yourself. “Kinda need that magic for my clothes too.”

“That’s ‘cause you ain’t a magical being like me,” He huffs while wiping his hoodie. “You’s a mere mortal.”

“Okay, extraterrestrial being, control the damn weather then.”

“Hell yeah I will,” He snaps his fingers up to the skies. “Rain harder f’me, clouds!”

And the rain oh-so-gracious heeds his command. After a short while of cursing him out, you and Miles sat by the bench with your laughs easing down— replacing the excitement with a shared sort of exhaustion. With your heads pressed against the graffiti-covered glass wall behind you, you take a moment to subtly angle your head and look at Miles. He doesn’t notice it at first, but when he catches on, he turns and exchanges the stare with his own, a subtle “What?” escaping his lips.

From the chill of your spine, you mumbled.

“Nothing.”

You sheepishly looked away. “I’m just.. So exhausted, God. I need to work on my cardio.” A small fit of coughs exit your lips, covered up by the block of your wet sleeve. “I don’t understand how you get to run so quick— I couldn’t even see anything.”

“You still caught up pretty quick,” He beams. “Gotta admit, you’re a quick runner.”

“Thanks, I practice by running away from my problems.” A heft chuckle followed. “M’just kidding.”

Miles takes notice of your quivering hand— a frail shiver emanating ‘til the tips of your fingers. For a moment, the short idea of wrapping his hand over yours crosses his mind, but he shoots it down as soon as it came. It inches only a tad bit closer, but the image of someone else flashes in his mind when he looks at you like this.

“What a mood.”

“Running away from problems?”

“Yeah.”

You raised a brow. “You? You run away from your problems?”

He lazily shrugged with a hum. “Everybody runs away from their problems every now and then. It’s aight.”

“In a way, I guess,” You lean a little closer, but your shoulders never touching. “But in the end, no matter how much we run away, it’s all gonna end up catching up to us.”

Miles shoots you an amused look. “You been paying attention to philosophy class lately?”

“Prof Martha and I are besties, y’know.” A tint of sarcasm colored your words, redefining your connection to the strict teacher. “She likes me so much, she calls my name first during every fucking recitation.”

“It’s cause you’s always on that damn phone.”

“With or without my damn phone, nothing can make me sit still throughout her lecture.” A gruff huff escaped your mouth.

“Damn, not even me?”

You looked at him, wondering if he was flirting with you or if it was just your delusional brain whispering sweet theories into your ear. But even then, you admit.

“Ionno, maybe.”

You couldn’t even look him in the hazel of his pretty eyes.

“Maybe?”

He sounded half-disappointed, but you didn’t want to plant a presumptive seed inside your overly creative brain. That word alone’s enough to craft you a million what-ifs later on when you’re fading into the world of your dreams.

A chill runs down your spine.

“… I think I’m definitely gonna get sick tomorrow.”

“Oh, shit,” He sits up. “We definitely can’t have that happening.” Immediately after, he starts taking off his sweater. You flush, rambling on with the same question; “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Our presentation’s tomorrow, and if anybody’s gonna be presenting the damn thing, it ain’t me— so you,” He tosses it over to you. “You wear this for now.”

You hesitate for a moment, dragging your hands towards the red polyester with a raised brow.

“How about you?”

Miles shrugged. “I can make do. My system’s made out of steel.”

“Made out of steel but you can’t perform for shit?” You pull the sweater over your head, the fluffy thing engulfing you into warmth. It was still somewhat damp from the rain, but it was better than earlier.

“Huh,” Miles sat back as you looked up to meet his gaze. “.. Would you look at that. It looks better on you than it does on me.”

Your eyes glanced down at the crimson, your hands smoothing out the creases of the cloth. “Really? I don’t usually wear this shade.”

“You don’t?”

“I’m more of a.. Less saturated kinda gal.”

“.. I mean, you can have it if you want.”

You shot him a look of disbelief. “.. Does this sweater have a hole because if you’re giving this away I—“

“It doesn’t have a hole, [Y/n].”

And your name rolled off his tongue so gently, it caught you off guard.

“I just think it looks better on you.”

Upon that murmur, he crossed his arms over his chest and sunk deep into the comfort of his seat. You’re stuck contemplating with an open palm, straightening the creases of his sweater. “Are you really giving this to me? ‘Cause I can give it back to you after laundry day.”

He shook his head. “Just.. Think of it as an early Christmas gift.”

“.. Thank you, then.” A smile crossed your lips. “I’ll keep it forever.”

When you see the way he looks at you— like a sort of guilt laced in hesitation, but a certain sort of awe. At that moment, a sense of hope lingered inside you like a dream. You think, maybe, just maybe, that helpless look in his eyes— that sort of gut wrenching longing— was crafted entirely and solely, exclusively for you.

But you knew that gaze of his wasn’t for you.

And you knew exactly who he was pretending you to be.

Oh, if only I was her.

Feelings, your feelings— erratic, volatile, and erupting out of you like a bird unwilling to be caged. You wanted to speak, say it— just say it.

But your hair wasn’t as golden as hers, your cheeks weren’t as rosy as hers. You wanted her effortless pixie hair cut, her ballerina grace. She reminded you of those flowers fleeting in the wind, like the purple heaths they called ‘Heathers’. You wanted to smell like her sweet perfume, do everything the way she does, just so Miles could look at you the way you imagined he’d look at her.

His doe-eyed sweetness. You wished you could own it, you wished he’d spare at least a part of it for you.

Rather, you wanted all of him for yourself.

You wanted a glimpse of this girl beyond the confines of Miles’ dabbles in watercolor and markers. You’d much rather prefer the object of your jealousy walk across your sights, smile with the bunny teeth he likes so much, and make your stomach churn rather than have you dwell over a 2D image you couldn’t help but gauntly skim past.

What is it about you that I can’t make Miles look at me?

Maybe if you’d meet her beyond his sketchpad and recollections, then maybe you’d understand why he can’t get her out of his mind.

At that moment, she was just someone you wished to be.

The bright red of this polyester which you deemed unfitting of your skin. You wondered if Miles truly meant it when he said it suits you— or if what he truly meant was that the shade would’ve looked great on her.

As the sweater was yours, but Miles was hers.

Your arms meet with a tiny press, and you feel his shiver. It was only so subtle, but at the ease of his shoulders, you couldn’t help but think as he looked onto the empty space with a blank stare.

Wish I were Heather.

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