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#i want to feel something
jaxxrabbie · 14 days
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I don’t belong here, I don’t belong there. I belong in a whisper, or the breeze in your hair. I’m constantly feeling, while searching for nothing. These feelings aren’t small, no they’re certainly something. They’re enormous like mountains, and grounded like them too. These feelings are like waves, I should start to swim soon. I’m drowning in the weight of what feels like grief, and I can’t find my boat, I knew it would sink. I’m trapped in a current that’s pulling me in, she’s coating me in the reminder of sin. I should aim for shore, and crave to feel the sand, I should fight to swim back the fastest I can. But my arms are tired, and my lungs they’re aching.. I think this current won, so go ahead, take me.
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iguessricciardo · 10 months
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daniel and simon are not allowed to sit down and record a podcast unless they’re announcing their comeback next season first
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ameriewadiasbangs · 4 months
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just in a silly goofy mood ig
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mothirl · 4 months
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Just came in my pants. The darjeeling limited is the best movie ever. My entire brain has been changed
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0rgavsm · 1 year
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I just want some romance, to feel wanted, to feel connected, to get butterflies and goosebumps, to smile until my cheeks hurt, to feel cosy with soft cuddles, to have lots of random kisses, to talk about anything and everything, to have eye contact filled with love and longing for the kiss that leads to slow romantic sex. I just want a bit of romance
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lockhartandlych · 8 months
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i've grown to fucking hate therapists. sometimes.
i recall it's supposed to be 50/50. the therapist has the solutions. you put them into practice.
in most cases for me it's been 85/15.
i sit there and air out my dirty laundry. i bare my soul to you. i tell you every horrible thought that bullies its way into my brain. and you give me that blank fucking look. i muse. i come up with ideas. i make the solution myself. i have no idea if it'll work. i have no idea if it's healthy. i look to you. and you just fucking stare. sometimes. maybe. you'll say "yeah, you should do that. tell me how it works out."
tell me how it works out.
im tired of fumbling in the dark. im tired of coming up with the bad solutions to my own myriad problems. im tired of coming to you when they don't work. you don't offer guidance. you don't offer advice. all you say is "too bad."
"you should look up cbt." "you should download meetup." "you should look up grounding." "you should look up this self-help book."
shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up SHUT UP
HALF OF THESE THESE AREN'T EVEN SOLUTIONS THESE ARE PRODUCTS. I CAME HERE FOR HELP. I CAME HERE FOR YOU TO TELL ME WHAT CBT IS, NOT FOR ME TO LOOK UP THE FUCKING WIKIPEDIA ARTICLE FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME.
just once fucking ONCE i want someone to say... something. i don't even know what i need to hear. i need to hear something real. i need to hear something helpful. im tired of looking up the solutions to my own problems and haphazardly trying them like a kid jumping on slippery stones. is that how therapy is supposed to work? are they supposed to stare at you like that? are they meant to be a pair of eyes and ears for you to babble to?
i thought they were supposed to help you.
i thought you were supposed to help me.
there's a difference between teaching and telling someone to teach themselves. i know this. one is for strangers. but therapists aren't supposed to be strangers.
i want to be taught. i need to be taught.
i need to be talked to.
i need a shoulder to cry on.
i need a hug.
god, when was the last time i was touched?
when was the last time i hugged someone?
i need... fuck, i need sleep.
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hecckyeah · 9 months
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time continues to fly by and i feel like it’s dragging me along by my ankle, face down through the dirt
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i want someone to ask about my interests. i want someone to ask me how i feel. most of all i want patience when my voice comes out a little rusty. and the realization that it’s hard for me to share how i really think and feel
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hornyndepressed2 · 1 year
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I want to feel numb again instead or whatever this is
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bongwateriero · 5 months
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bad news they're gay
mannnn
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jaxxrabbie · 6 months
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When I was given love, I grabbed it, pinned it to the wall, and pressed my knife to its throat. I wanted to show love how it feels to bleed, I wanted to show love what the color red really looks like.
Ajax
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sparks-sketchbook · 8 months
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I love a good story that will rip my heart out.
Seriously - action stories are great, fairytales are fine, fluff is all well and good. And of course the happy ending is always a satisfying conclusion. But first, give me the emotional trauma of the protagonist being put through the narrative wringer. Make me cry because the story is so gut-wrenching, then make me cry AGAIN at the bittersweet end.
I will absolutely eat that shit up.
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transbuck · 10 months
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i should watch severance again
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prozacbarbiee · 11 months
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what if i dye my hair blonde and fuck her boyfriend, what then?
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meforpotus · 1 year
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The people in my math class don’t know I’m blasting ‘7 words’ into my ear so I can feel something rn.
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scarletcomet · 1 year
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i don't enjoy anything anymore. nothing makes me feel anything.
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