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#my mom drives me crazy
7hyein · 3 months
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#soo ermmm im not that type of person who likes to say these stuff but errrrrt#i decided i might quit tumblr cuz it's kinda actually ruining my mental health a lil bit#and school is driving me crazy like there's so much work to do#and i have to take exams for 2 more weeks + i have online classes on saturday too 😨😨#SIDE EYE#if I decided not to quit then I might take a LONG BREAK FROM TUMBLR ;--;;.#anyways I'm not gonna make new mbs tho#I'm gonna post my old drafts that I've made before instead#sorry if u guys don't like my new mbs . 🌚#and what bothers me is that I mostly spend my time on tumblr instead of studying#🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚🌚#and I might fail my exams cuz of that reason ;//#i DO not want to get yelled by my mom for failing 🔥🔥💯💯#if i fail my moms gonna take away my phone n i don't hv access to my tumblr acc#ughhh i hate my school for giving me to do exams ffor 3 weeks straigjt#THIS SUCKS#ARGHJEHEHEBB#i study like everyday#i haven't got sleep for like 2 days cuz of the ugky goofy ahh exams#TMR EXAM WEEK CONTINUE AGAIN. 🌚🌚#manifesting that I will pass ECONOMICS 💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥#PUKU PUKU POW POW RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 💯💯💯💯💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥#AND IM GONNA START BEING IA#I'LL POST 5 OF MY OLD DRAFTS TMR MORNING.#and the fact taht i still HAVE to study during the time I get to school#SORRY FOR BAD ENGLISH UGHHH#I'M DEAD#Я МЕРТВ 🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯#jumps off a cliff#🌚🌚🌚
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aq2003 · 1 month
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my verdict on ark is that dt is like. the only celebrity voice actor in it that is doing a really good job but i forgive it bc the rep is pretty good
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chaoticas-hell · 4 months
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When your parents keep accidently admitting that yeah, you're the 3rd and really the only parent to your 15 yr brother:
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pigeonwit · 9 months
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doggone [WIP, scene scribble]
“These’re pretty…” Davey says quietly, more to himself than to anyone else. “You think my mama’d like these?”
It’s rare for him to need to ask for advice about his family – Davey likes to believe he’s an attentive enough son and brother to know what his family likes – but Jack’s such a fixture in his life now, it’s hard not to consider him family, too. And besides, there’s no one he’d trust more about flowers than Jack – the man practically breathes colour.
Jack pokes his head over Davey’s shoulder – as much as he can with the extra inches Davey has on him, something Davey will never not brag about – and hums in agreement before pressing a hand below Davey’s ribs, nudging at the divot in his waist to get them to keep moving. Davey rolls his eyes and swats him away, motioning for the florist to tie up three and passing her what she’s owed. Jack doesn’t complain, because again, it doesn’t matter, but he still shuffles impatiently on his feet, scanning his eyes over the bustle of the street. When the lunch crowd begins to swell, Davey jolts as Jack presses himself flush against Davey’s back (still with a hand around his waist that Davey just cannot seem to ignore) to nestle him between the flower displays, hunching his shoulders defensively whenever a passerby walks a bit too close to the two of them.
Davey tries not to groan and forces a smile at the florist as he takes his mother’s flowers.
It’s like walking a damn sheepdog.
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fawnchives · 6 months
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okay, this has been driving me crazy for months—this song right here. no, it’s not AI generated but no one else can figure out who made it?? like you can clearly tell it’s from the 1980s but the artist is unknown :( there’s speculations about it being a demo but i’m not sure honestly…it’s been stuck in my head!
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jewishcissiekj · 8 months
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Thinking about how Asajj should adopt Merrin (Jedi: video game series). Or Deathstick (Star Wars: Uprising, Disney/current SW Comics). both work tbh. Unrelated, here's her being feral in Halcyon Legacy
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Star Wars - The Halcyon Legacy #1 | Star Wars - The Halcyon Legacy #3
+Bonus Banshee from #3 (because it's stunning here I just can't explain it)
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heart-bones · 5 months
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my mom called last night to tell me she got the results of her last biopsy/scans/tests etc and it looks like the cancer has spread into her lymphnodes and while it's not exactly ravaging through her, she's too underweight to undergo another round of chemo and there's not much else that can be done. There is no time limit. They can't say 3 months or 10 years, there's no way to know, but its at the "go home and focus on your quality of life" point. So there's that.
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i want to be a part of a big group of people who love each other SO BAD i want to have a friend group i want to care and love many people at once i want to belong feel a sense of community but i am so isolated i don't even have one single friend and am i just going to die alone probably yes right im already 20 years old and this 19 year old guy at office was like we were both waiting counting down the minutes till 4 pm so we could go home and we were like yaar kal parso bhi aana padega sunday kitna door hai but then he was like yaar do yk it's already been a month here and time is passing so fast and im not doing anything that people my age do im sitting in a locked office my whole day and aise hi sunday ka wait karte karte 2 saal ho jayenge fir job main bhi aise hi lagega and yaar aise tog puri zindagi hi nikal jayegi and i was like what the fuck shut up you're so right and im already 20 and i feel so lonely and other people are so fucking normal and happy and enjoy festivals while im sitting here worrying about how to finish my backlog watch lectures my life is so small limited to 10 books one course and i feel so on the outside of everything what the fuck man how do i live like this 🧍
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i can't get over the fact his dad's birthday is the same day my dad died... like the way we're literally cosmically connected and i think we were soulmates in a past life
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cashew-milkk · 2 months
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no islamic talk is complete without my mom insinuating that my “choice” of being queer and trans is gonna lead me to a stray path away from jannah. so lovely. you can either have a happy trans and queer kid (doomed to jahannam) or have a miserable closeted one that represses their feelings so much to the point of contemplating suicide. every day. (also doomed to jahannam) which is what’s happening right now actually. and my friends wonder why i don’t like talking about islam… sigh…
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itsays · 2 months
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woke up at lunch time and turns out there's no drinking water. should i kill myself?
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cookie-crumblr · 3 months
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Hey how are you? how do you feel?
Hai Vexxxie!!!!!! omg ty fot asking! i’m on the recovery again! i’m feeling better every day though!!! omg How are youuuu??? 🥰🥰🥰🥰
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cascadianights · 8 months
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How is it
That even in the midst of fire and smoke
I can't stop thinking how the smell of sweetgrass on the breeze reminded me of you
Even when it'd been years since I'd last seen your face.
I can't stop thinking about your warm hands taking mine, teasing out the cold while we lay under the stars.
That was the night I realized how quickly the constellations dance across the sky, Milky Way disappearing behind the distant mountains while I tell you the story of the Pleiades.
I can't stop thinking of the sunsets, and the waves crashing against the rocks. The drives to the edge of town, the late night walks on quiet streets.
But
The other day I didn't hear from you until after you were supposed to be at my place, seeing my garden for the first time in a summer spent among your haunts.
You apologized, instead of doubling down. But. You also didn't show up. You offered to make it up to me, with yet another step into your world. Something I wanted for so long that my hesitation now, as I frown at the field of flowers you have yet to know of me, feels like betrayal.
Campfire smoke wreathed with the smell of your body wash, the feeling of lying on your chest and of kissing your fingers and of you behind me with hands on my hips and mouth on my neck.
The night you didn't show, the sky hummed with heat lightning and far-off thunder as a summer storm blew in from the coast. Rain and fire beat down upon the hills around the valley.
When I woke, the sky was grey again and the sun red. I picked blueberries while old women talked about their daughters sleeping in barns and friends returning to find homes turned to ash.
I think about nights spent over cold meals, waiting for you to show. A Thanksgiving spent alone, watching the sun rise and sink into the hills and waiting for you to call. The fury and insecurity and desperate want to be chosen.
To be enough, without being too much. To communicate clearly enough that it could change your actions. To make you understand. To hear you say you loved me, just once.
The mountains where we used to watch the stars burned this year. The valley is on fire, as is much of southern Canada. The streets in the desert ran with water as a hurricane filled Death Valley.
This is the hottest summer on record, a dozen days over 100. The coldest summer of the rest of my life. "The fires happen every year now, you may as well get used to it."
Is it true that the opposite of love isn't hate, but indifference? They say people never change, even though the entire history of our species has been just that. But cycles repeat, and the earth below my feet is split and cracked and bleeding.
I used to wonder if I was only drawn to you because of the conflict, the tectonic push and pull. But all that came later, when we chose to stop seeing one another. It was addicting, but I'd fallen for the soft look in your eyes and your crooked smile long before that.
I thought it would be so difficult to be around you again, but it's as easy as breathing - only difficult when the haze of uncertainty creeps in, offers to spend time followed by an out or a quick "only if you want to." Only difficult when the time and will slip from you, and the ghost of that 21 year old wracked with pain returns.
We dance around it, but talk all night. We are careful that a touch never lingers, but then you call me at 3am when the rest of the world exhausts you. When I stay over I sleep on the couch, but I stay over often, and my heart twists and turns in my chest when you sing in the morning and in the shower.
It's odd to know someone so intimately and think you may never see them again. The childhood scars, the stories, the way you still feel like you could've made a better impression on their grandmother.
The names of cousins and best friends, god kids and figures around town - who's gone who's in jail, who's doing well who still needs to get their shit together. Their first love. Their favorite places.
We spent 5 years apart before we could talk. I don't want to spend another 5 regretting. I want a future with you, and I'm terrified of a mistep that launches us back into pain and prevents that. I want you, but I don't want my heart broken again.
Ash on the curling leaves, on the bursting blackberries, on the windshield driving to you. Smoke and sage and sweetgrass on the air. The taste of berries and apples sweetened with honey and the ghost of your lips on mine. Sweet and sticky and aching with something undefinable.
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maddy-ferguson · 3 months
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in july of 2021 i almost sent an apology that was 1000 words long to my ex-twitter bff i had been in semi-love with that i had friend broken up with a year and a half earlier and i thought about the apology in january for the anniversary and in june because i was like oh my god i need to send this for when it's 18 months behind us. so i thought about doing this for months i wrote it rewrote it then i wasn't satisfied with it by the day i wanted to send it on (july 22) so i was like wait. am i actually crazy and incredibly self-involved for wanting to do this. and the answer was yes
#we were VERY close for like a year so it's not like she didn't care when we like stopped talking and when after six weeks of not talking i#told her i didn't think we were made to be friends and other vague reasons that didn't mention that i was lowkey in love with her#because i literally couldn't tell her it was BAD (the friend break up message was prompted i didn't just tell her hi how have you been#let's not be friends anymore)#she didn't even say she was sorry when my grandpa died when she had dmed me when my grandma died a year earlier even though we weren't even#actual friends then we were just favorite mutuals without knowing if it was mutual or not...it was at the start of the six weeks so it#wouldn't even have been weird!#but anyway. what's crazy is i told my twitter priv followers that i was thinking about doing this and they didn't even stop me. fake fans#because what was wrong with me?#i was like let's think am i doing this because i think she'd like to hear it or because i want to say it to her. then i was like okay nvm😭😭#i didn't even think about the friend break up anniversary this year that's crazy it was the first time. i mean it's only been four#years it's not like i thought about it every year for 20 years.#i saw her irl (twice she even met my mom) i have a relative amount of class i didn't just like the way she typed...(i've already said this)#i reread the apology slash explanation because i was looking at the files on my usb drive that i've had since i was 10. and it was#on it lmao#and like i say: brf slt
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thatdude-noah · 3 months
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it's so crazy to me that im getting glasses again for the first time since fifth grade. so much of my life could've been easier if i had been wearing glasses this whole time. and it's such an easy solution! i knew i needed glasses! but instead ive spent a significant portion of my life struggling and falling behind because of my mother's refusal to get me the help i needed and be kind to me.
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ladymariayuri · 10 months
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Tw cringe but It's at the point where experiencing the bare minimum of compassion and sympathy from a family member is like. Wow I forgot how it felt to be a real life human person
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