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murderofcrow · 2 days
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sad for no reason again but you know what would really help right now?! mr vessel token the first screaming the lyrics to vore directly into my ears! vessel if you see this, i'm kinda broke at the moment but can i hire you as my personal screamer? can you sing me some lullabies too mayhaps? i can make you soup in exchange! i can peel you some oranges too! 😭
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startheskelaton · 1 month
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Comics making 2 final: part 1/3
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peachesofteal · 9 days
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Hi! Very personal peach stuff beneath the cut, don't like don't read. (tw for mental health and medication)
If you haven't figured it out by now, I am bipolar. I've talked about it here and there in very broad, non specified terms but haven't really done a post where I say it point blank because I just never felt the need, however, I do feel like we've built a pretty supportive, lovely community here and I wanted to explain where I am mentally and why updates might be lagging (as I've gotten a few messages asking about SM and DD). I also think it's important to you know, talk about it a little bit. When I was younger, I would have really liked to talk to someone who had their head on straight and lived a happy, fulfilled life on medication. I would've liked to talk someone who made it through. Maybe me talking about it will make someone feel less alone, or less scared (because once upon a time, I was fully fucking terrified). Or maybe it won't do anything, who knows.
Also, let me be clear: I am not ashamed of who I am or how my brain works, I just feel this has always been too personal to share on here. I'm starting to shift my perspective on the sharing bit, a little. Obviously.
Anyway, the winter to spring transition can be really rough if your brain is spicy like mine. I know most people love the days getting longer, the sun shining on their face, the sky turning brilliantly blue everyday, winter turns to spring and you might get a little bit of spring fever, a little bit excited, inspired, etc... and I feel that way too, except it makes it way too easy to roll upward into mania. It's like one stumble or fall- and the next thing you know you're falling down the rabbit hole. Mania is not some fun little day trip where you get bangs and stay awake until the sun comes up, it is not the romantic mood swing that some people think it is, it is dangerous and could potentially derail my life.
I am feeling particularly... "disrupted" this spring, and have been working really hard to keep the boat from rocking, so to speak. I am overall a very healthy, well managed person (on medication- that saved my life) but the boat is rocking a little bit, and things may need to be leveled out, or adjusted. It takes time and patience, and I am very grateful to have quality care (my psych is the best) that knows me very well and hears me out.
The good thing is I'm still writing little by little and hope to have updates for ongoing works up soon, and in the mean time, if you need someone to talk to, if you feel like you can relate to this, I'm here. I appreciate your patience and understanding in regard to the delay in updates!
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00-amethyst-00 · 5 months
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Why is this so friggin true tho (btw not real)
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I don't know why I feel randomly sad and lonely every Saturday and Sunday.
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maihonhassan · 1 month
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I can't believe i finally said my parents, "mujhe bahir ki duniya dekhni hai, doston ke saath ghumana hai, ghar se bahir nikalna hai." and they said, "nikal jaa hamare ghar se."
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kanyasstuff · 7 months
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main khuli kitaab hu , aur tum anpadh
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pallanophblargh · 1 month
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…when time is linear. Feels bad, man.
I may have gotten myself into a pickle with print prospects and deadlines. Society6 seems to have eaten all of my old files in the snafu of the last few years and I will need to write to support to see if they can be recovered. In the meantime, I’m waiting to be accepted at inprnt. The additional worry is if the print quality with s6 has declined in this time. I would hate to have subpar prints floating out into the world.
I don’t know what I expected.
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crowleys-hips · 3 months
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tfw you start reading a fanfic and expect something kinky and smutty but instead it ends up unearthing your deepest traumas
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murderofcrow · 2 months
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I wanna meet Vessel and just talk. I feel like he'd be a fascinating person to listen to. I don't wanna know anything personal (except who hurt him 😤) but I'm so curious to know where he draws his metaphors and imagery from. Like does he do a lot of research or is he just a super smart dude with lots of random knowledge? What's his inspiration behind music? I'm so curious how he and ii met and how the idea of Sleep Token formed.
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yevmarie · 2 months
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My brain is just... Duh! 😡
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Me: I'm tired of seeing my ex in my dreams. It hurts. I wake up exhausted and cry almost the whole day.
Brain: *another ex*
Me: Um... Okay, but why?
Brain: *shrugs*
Me: don't tell me you don't have enough imagination. We write a fanfiction. We literally consume content with Norman Reedus more than needed. Should we try something from this, huh?
Brain: *spicy dream with Jeffrey Dean Morgan*
Me: ...
Brain: *ok, take your damn Norman as a cute dork here, but nothing more*
Me: Mmm, well... Nice try. Still strange why, but not bad. Good job!
Sooo, should I write smut with Negan then? :D
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scouthearted · 1 month
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the couch feud in my apartment building is tearing our community apart
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peachesofteal · 2 months
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Personal Peach things but:
In case you wanted a useless piece of information: Coyotes are so fucking loud at night. Like, ungodly loud. They howl like little demons. It's worse right now because it's mating season, and all I can hear is them singing their crazy little coyote songs all. night. long.
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totalspiffage · 8 months
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Not to flaunt my gender but I love being a dude that looks like a girl when I'm a guy actually also. I love having a full chest and an alto voice and being a man at the same time. I love my identity as it contrasts and aligns with how I'm perceived by others.
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mrs-snape5984 · 3 months
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“Rescue my heart, I'm deep underground…”
“I'm crashing and I'm burning, so reach out your hand to me…” (“Rescue my heart” by Liz Longley)
First of all: this is going to be a very personal post, full of pathetic self-pity and misery…so if you’re feeling triggered by that or by a whiny, overdramatic middle aged woman….stop reading. Seriously.
I’m using my tumblr blog as some kind of personal diary…combining art with my own thoughts and emotions. Sadly, I have not a single spark of talent in my fibres, so I’m always looking for the right artists here on tumblr, who can help me to make my ideas come to life graphically (ignoring the melting of my savings).
I reached out to @madfantasy again for this very personal piece of art. Mani, my dear friend, you’re the only person, who’s perfect for my most personal, very raw requests. You created something so beautiful…so right out of my heart! I can’t describe, how grateful I am for your understanding of my ideas…for your talent…for your kind soul. 🖤 Thank you, love!
My life with ME/CFS sucks. I’m apologising for my harsh words and my lack of gratitude towards life itself, but that’s just how I’m feeling!
I know, I should rather be grateful for the things in my life, which I wouldn’t want to miss. I have three wonderful children, I have a few very good friends (in real life and - thanks to tumblr - also online). But…on some days (and these are actually pretty prominent at the moment), I just hate my life as it is now.
I’m spending my whole days in the darkness of my room, not capable of leaving the house (and often even my bed) without getting disoriented by the overstimulation of my mind and the exhaustion of my body. I can’t stand more than one person in my room…otherwise my brain can’t handle the noise and the movements of others. I can’t go to my workplace anymore…and I really loved my job! I can’t stay in contact with people properly, because most people don’t understand, why I’m not answering their messages or phone calls. I’m too exhausted and too overwhelmed with those things. Reading? Watching TV? Well, not for me anymore (at least for the most days) Every little bit too much (sometimes the smallest things!) leads me into the next “crash” of my disease…resulting in fevers, pain, loss of mental and physical capabilities…up to losing consciousness. Every fucking time!
All I want is to scream…scream my lungs out to let the pain and grief go! I want to scream out all those feelings of misery, which I’m only bottling up every day! But I know…just like talking…it would only cause another crash. Each crash is dragging me further down…and there’s no possibility of digging my way out of this again.
So, for this raw piece of art, I wanted the only person, who had never left me over the past 21 years, to hold me. Hold me, Severus…keep me safe…be my haven! Let me scream and cry and help me to find a way out of this hell…I’m begging you…
🖤 Severus & Julia 🖤
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maihonhassan · 17 days
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"Par tere aage kuch bhi nahi sab khaak barabar" said no one ever :')
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