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Someone come comfort me 😭⛈️
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bluebutterfliez · 6 months
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can someone just give me a virtual hug please? i’m battling like 3 wars of mental illnesses at once and i’m just so burned out. i feel like nobody is there for me.
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wiirocku · 1 year
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Psalm 23:4 (NKJV) - Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; For You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
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hana-no-seiiki · 3 months
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your heart is too pretty to not be admired (poetic rizz)
i-i-i dunno i’m a little insecure about my heart -
(it’s smol)
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getting home from school after a long day
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darlinghimedere · 1 year
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PLEASE SOMEONE COMFORT ME NOW I FEEL LIKE I'M GOING TO THROW UP AND DIE TW for unwanted touch under the cut
I HAD TO LEAVE A CONCERT BECAUSE THE SMELL OF WEED WAS TOO MUCH AND IT WAS HURTING MY EYES AND I COULDN'T DO IT ANYMORE. Of course my dad was pissed about it, but anyway as I was being lead out of the crowd with my parents SOMEONE TOUCHED ME. THEY LIKE HELD ME LIKE A LOVER WOULD I DUNNO HOW TO EXPLAIN IT OTHER THAN IT MADE MY PANIC ATTACK 1000 TIMES WORSE
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53,009 words too many, if you ask me.
TIME FOR THE SECOND DRAFT YAAAAAY [fucking dies]
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sensorybin · 2 years
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Will you hold me until I’m okay?
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froggiethelesbian · 1 year
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I may be suffering from the horrors of my existence but at least I have my blorbo’s
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dirt-mccracken · 5 months
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As much as I want to be a wholly joyous about the fact that Henry Kissinger is finally fucking dead, as he deserves... There's a lot of me that can't help being upset with. With the fact that he lived to 100 years old. He got better medical care, better housing, and a better, more stable life for those 100 years than billions on this planet ever going to see and he did it specifically through exploitation, state sanctioned murder, and lies. He lived to 100 years comfortably on a legacy of violence that rarely threatened his personal comfort. I want to be joyous that he's finally dead, because the world IS better with him dead, but the reality is he won a long time ago.
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wiirocku · 8 months
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Psalm 23:4 (ESV) - Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.
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postbadbadassqueen · 1 year
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No Thoughts, Head empty, just Lelouch and Kallen as King and Queen, like they were meant to be.
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Or more like, emperor and empress.
Kallen being dressed in Red is very fitting, not only because it's her main color scheme, but also because she was basically Lelouch's sword (and shield) during most of the show, she spilled so much blood, makes sense that she'd end up being dressed in red.
More seriously one of their very few couple pictures and what a picture. Kallen being half japanese and daughter of a noble would have made an insane match for a Britannian emperor (and let's not forget that she is a mirror of who his mother was, being his knight, an ace pilot and an outsider (since she was a commoner)
King & Queen shipping has no match.
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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alatar-and-pallando · 6 months
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So, my spouse has been exploring his gender lately; he also just built himself a new laptop. Today he told me that he in an attempt to process some genderfeels through metaphor, he made a post on a trans forum along the lines of: "I'm a lifelong Windows user and I think I'm pretty good at it. I want to find out what Linux has to offer but I'm afraid I wouldn't be any good at it. And how do you choose the right Linux distro, anyway? Do you have to try them all?"
The responses, he said, were a mix of useful advice about feeling out your gender and useful advice about choosing a Linux distro.
I love trans people so much
Edit 4/8, in case you don't see the reblogged additions -- my wife is now going by Eve!
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candaru · 6 months
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no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.
I'm doing this for their own good.
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catmask · 7 months
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does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.
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