#sia vents

[myownprivatcidaho]

sprry for the self pity on main but i visited my family for 9 days and am now going back to my cold cramped apartment alone to spend the rest of my winter break before launching into another tirelessly busy hair-graying semester. i think having an elephant sit on my chest would be less painful and soul crushing.

#sia vents

[ofdinosanddais1]

Been reflecting on the years passed since Sia had that whole controversy with the autistic community and in light of the somewhat recent news (I know it's been a few months but I have been dealing with medical trauma stuff so I wasn't ready to speak about it till now) that Sia discovered she's autistic and I'm happy she finally found that part of herself but I'm still so sad over her empty-feeling apologies she's put out and I just really hope this can be an opportunity to reflect on the situation and put out a more genuine apology and to tell her fans to stop attacking autistic people who are rightfully upset.

It's just this thing has hurt so much because I can't listen to her music without feeling that sadness over the harm she caused. All I want is an apology that directly addresses the extent of the harm. It's not an irredeemable action to me but I just want to know she's going to change for the better.

Idk how to explain the mourning process that you can go through when someone who's done something horrible especially to an aspect of your identity like that.

I want to listen to her music because so much of it has gotten me through so much hardship especially with medical trauma and an abusive family member and I can't really find music that is like hers because it's so unique but it just hurts to listen to.

Idfk man. Music is so important to me and I'm exhausted. Here's to hoping for the better.

#anti-sia #ableism #autmisia #vent post #actually autistic

[angelboybreakdowns]

shocking to me that i have friends. how the fuck do people put up w me

#vent #/sia. well. not anger but you get what i mean. #i feel like im being /srs rn. but when my heads in a better place i probably wont. #rambling

[dietmtndew777]

Yk the slow part in brick by brick?? WHY DOES ALEX TURNER’S VOICE SOUND SO FUCKING HOT DURING THAT PART LIKE OMFG I ASCENDED AND WAVED TO FUCKING JESUS CHRIST! Tf-?

#vent #sias era #alex turner #arctic monkeys #brick by brick #i fucking adore him #I FUCKING ASCENDED

[sialaterornever]

i got school results today and i dont know whether to be happy or sad :p

tldr: got into a school im okay with, really wanted a cool writing school, didn't get it, kinda okverracting but still

i didn't get into the very-much-gifted/talented school (for reference, i am gifted/talented) i like this, bc i didn't wanna go anyways but parents foreced me to put it anyways

i got into a cool medical school, its near my dad's work so it's easy to get to

BUT

bc of that i was immediately dropped from a performing+visual arts school that i really wanted to go to despite the parents not wanting me to(i still admitted a thing tho)

so now im sad for that

bt the med school has a creative writing program so maybe i can still do that? idk my emotions arent working rn

#apologies for the rant #i just needed to vent for a moment #ranting #sia rambler

[curetapwater]

Ughguguhhuhhhhhhh gET CHANDELIER OUT OF MY HEAD FUCK OFF SIA FUUUUCKKKKK

#vent #kinda #i mean I've got actual things stressing me out but rn i just want sia to stfu #my mom likes the song and was playing it earlier so now my brain is tormenting me

[nia1sworld]

Was...Kara..a bad friend?

So here's the story: So Sia might be worring about something might happen to the studio, before it was closed. So while we're at it, Sia goes and talks with Kara..but she's not in the mood. She's conserned about Clio killing other Co-workeres in the studio, Sia then refused to do that...and the reason why is that Sia can't tell the truth about Kara before her Sia and Hayla team up together or came to the studio, and this video just went...BAM! And this audio is from She-Ra: the princess of power

#batim #kara yayoi #sia siandra #she ra #she ra the princess of power #catra #scorpia #video #tiktok #tik tok #my art #fanart #vent #vent art #vent video

[artcalledtattoo]

My Hand Holder Empty Hey beautiful I see you Come on and dance We can learn together Be the hit of the crowd Tango, waltzing, any swing, getting dirty dancing with it, let’s move our bodies in unison Let’s take each other for a ride, baby Let’s take each other for a ride, baby Sitting upon my mountain All alone and Jane says I’m done with it Our we waiting for Simon says Ohh props deserved we are just puppets Or easily said, Pets We have made ourselves Tango, waltzing, any swing, getting dirty dancing with it, let’s move our bodies in unison Let’s take each other for a ride, baby Let’s take each other for a ride, baby My heart pumps for you, my lungs breathe for you, my mind thinks of you, my gorgeous, no epinephrine needed, you are my adrenaline...come on and dance My arms wrapped around you Kisses upon my cheeks That drives me crazy Perhaps I’m mixed with the French Still lifting relax now don’t do it a reflex M writing a space aged love song I need you I’m lost without you My partner best friend my lover My hand holder empty Tango, waltzing, any swing, getting dirty dancing with it, let’s move our bodies in unison Let’s take each other for a ride, baby Let’s take each other for a ride, baby Tango, waltzing, getting dirt dancing with it, let’s move our bodies in unison Let’s take each other for a ride, baby Let’s take each other for a ride, baby Eh, was it for me Let’s take a dance

#wordsbymm #writing #words #thoughts #vent #poetry #lovely #dance with me #please #my hand holder empty #holder empty #you in my arms #fingers touching you #embrace #dancing #it could be something #or could of #Sia ooh #so I owe

[bl00dst41ned]

'*•.¸♡ love songs (jude edition) ♡¸.•*'

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

summary: in which i describe a relationship with your favs using songs

author's note: first time I ever write for Jude, hehe my second baby

ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

how you guys meet

The Night Is Still Young - Nicki Minaj

You two met at a club during New year's night. His friend group and yours all came together in their VIP section and partied until the sun rose. You and Jude instantly clicked, drinking shots and getting to know each other. In your drunkenness, you all managed to exchange numbers to keep in contact and hang out in the future.

how the relationship grew to become official

You - Lloyd & Lil Wayne

Through text messages and phone calls, Jude found in you a confidante. He would talk to you about any and everything, his problems and his feelings. He would even call for you at your window to go on a walk in the night or chill in the car. Well, yours, since he did not have one. And during these nights, he would vent to you and you would too. After a few weeks, during one of you lot's parked car convo sessions, he confessed how he felt for you, ending in a make out session between the two of you.

how to describe the relationship

No Air - Jordin Sparks & Chris Brown

You two, as a couple, were inseparable. Wherever he was, you were, and vice versa. It felt like you could not breathe if you were more than 3 meters apart. Which sickened your entourage. You were always hugging, kissing or touching one another in some way.

how is Jude in the relationship

Snooze - SZA

In the relationship, Jude was very much the clingy one. You became an essential person in his life and one of those he trusted and loved the most. Sometimes you would be surprised at how obsessed he could be. Jude seemed amazed by you and everything you did. Cooking, singing or even just sitting on your phone. He would look at you with glossy eyes, not believing a girl like you was his girlfriend.

how are you in the relationship

Dusk Till Dawn - ZAYN & Sia

You and Jude would always support one another, especially you. His career was a lot to endure for him, from the stress of games and supporters' harsh comments. In his moments of doubt, you were always here to cheer him up and remind him of his worth.

like, repost and suggest other celebs (hope you enjoyed it besties)

masterlist for once

#jude bellingham #jude bellingham headcanon #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham imagine #written by bl00dst41ned

[mrs-snape5984]

“Free me from this pain, I’ve been running from…”

“I'm tired and I'm free falling. Free me! I'm lost and I am calling you…” (“Free me” by Sia)

I’ve experienced some very rough hardships in my almost 40 years lasting existence in this world…but I’ve never given up on myself. I knew, that I’d have to fight my way back out of these horrible miseries, and I kept my faith to find the path to better times…to find the path, which will lead me upwards again.

I admit, these hardships left their marks, their scars on me. They formed my heart and my mindset…they made me the person, that I am today. I learned my lessons…and I kept going.

Since I’m living struggling with this goddamn bitch of a disease, called ME/CFS, my life has only one direction: It’s going downhill…and it’s getting faster! In these past 1,5 years, I’ve lost more and more of all the things, which made my life worth living for. I lost my ability to do my job as a pedagogue and social worker. I lost my freedom, since I’m stuck in my dark room day and night. I lost a lot of social contacts, since screen time is messing with my brain and each phone call costs me too much energy. I lost my capability to be an active mother for my three children…and this is the part, that hurts the most. Damn, I lost so much more…and I feel my heart shattering in pieces every fucking day!

Everything in my life is slowly falling apart and I’m losing my grip on reality…and on myself! The newest pain in the ass is probably my habit of passing out every few days. My whole system shuts down in the middle of a simple talk or something else and I’m falling into unconsciousness! I can’t remember the things, I’ve done before…I’m just blacked out for several hours. At first, my kids were afraid in these moments…especially when they couldn’t wake me up from this state! But now, they simply accept that “quirk” of mine as their new reality…and my motherly heart is aching for them. This shouldn’t be their reality! They shouldn’t have to live with a mother, who’s always in the dark…who’s always lying in bed! They’re children!! They shouldn’t have to whisper in my presence. I should be the person, they can rely on unconditionally!! Fuck…my heart is bleeding…and I’m sorry for my pathetic venting.

I need a way out of this hell…but since there isn’t any possibility for me right now, I’ll keep on clinging on Severus. My fantasies of him and my way of coping with my misery by writing stories about him and my - oh so self-inserted - OC Julia/Jules are the only thing, that keeps me mentally stable functioning. Well…at least that’s what I’m telling myself. I mean, I know how depressed my posts might seem.

My favourite artist for my darkest ideas is my friend @madfantasy. I told Mani about my wish to be freed from my darkness…to be cured from my disease. I need a saviour…a true hero…I need Severus! Since there aren’t any promising medical treatments, I’ll need a magical miracle to get rescued. And this is exactly, what Severus is trying for me. He conjures the demons inside my soul and forces them to leave my body. Severus is the only person, who’s brave enough to face the darkness within me. He’s my knight…and the love of my life. 21 years of my life, it was Severus, who kept me going…who inspired me with his resilience and his courage! A lot of those previous hardships could be endured by me, because I had something, I believed in. I had something, that gave me confidence and strength. I had Severus. So, please…don’t let me lose my hope and my faith in his support. And don’t let me lose my faith in myself.

Mani, my precious friend, I’m stunned by your ability to understand my ideas. Every time, I’m commissioning you for another project, your art helps me to soothe my troubled heart. It is as if you’re drawing my feelings!! I can sense my own emotions in every single line of your drawing. You don’t know, how grateful I am that I was allowed to meet you here. I love our conversations and our understanding for each other. Feel hugged, Mani! I’m sending you so much love! 🫂🫂 (fly fly) 🥹🖤 Thank you for everything.

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

#Severus x Julia #Sevy x Jules #severus x oc #fuck me/cfs #commissioning artwork is my goddamn coping mechanism #this is my red carpet for all the artists of snape fandom #i need a way out of this hell #free me #severus snape #i love severus #he’s by my side for 21 years now #21 years and still counting #i love snape #snape #snape love #mecfs #disabled #severus snape art #snape art #snart #severus fanart #severus snape fan art #mani is our safe space #mad fantasy #personal #vent post

[myownprivatcidaho]

i.am Thinking of now unpinning my pinned.

....

#ITS BEEN UO THERE FOR OVER TWO YEARS NOW IVE JUST GOTTEN USED TO SCROLLING PAST IT #it feels like a relic now idk ... #it saw the rise and fall of the evil ginger crush who i had to rat out to his gf he met in a business fraternity #the rise of my Established Friendship with the sweet respectful capricorn strokes fan #and its disintegration into acquaintance status after i made him my cowoker and told him i love him and that we cant be friends anymore. #its been there since i was at community college and now im in my senior year at a university. #man. #end of a era. doggone #sia vents

[sarcastic-kaz]

Can u do me a favor & drop that genmui playlist u mentioned? Also which song of that playlist is your personal favorite?

Maybe I’ll find a new song to obsess over <3

yessss (the description i have for the playlist is "pov we're teenagers in love and about to bleed out but i want to kiss you -genya" and that perfecty sums up how i feel about their relationship in the canon universe (not kimegaku) its sorta like right person wrong time) my favourite circulates but right now its "i wanna be your boyfriend" because it just feels like genya swooning over mui and it sounds so silly (i put them all in chronological order of how their love story lolll)

i wanna be your boyfriend - hot freaks

i wanna be you boyfriend, i wanna go on walks with you, i wanna have long talks with you (it just sounds like genya pining over mui what can i say)

hey lover - the daughters of eve

life's a problem in my hands, but if you really, really love me, in my heart, you'd be a big man (hey lover just sounds like something they would call each other)

beautiful boy - john lennon

beautiful beautiful beautiful, beautiful boy (just how he sings it is so sweet and how i imagine mui saying it to genya)

say yes to heaven - lana del ray

say yes to heaven, say yes to me, i've got my eye on you, i've got my eye on you (i could imagine genya whispering this in the middle of the night to mui)

paper rings - taylor swift

i like shiny things, but i'd marry you with paper rings, uhuh, that's right, darling, you're the one i want, and i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this (whimsical childish thinking that they would both survive the final fight)

i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

secrets i have held in my heart are harder to hide than i thought, maybe i just wanna be yours (just them reciting their vows, both bleeding out and ready to die)

see you again - tyler the creator & kali uchis

can i get a kiss? and can you make it last forever, i said i'm 'bout to got to war, and i don't know if i'ma see you again (they're going to war and the song sounds like teenage love)

derniere danse - indila

je remue le ciel, le jour, la nuit, je danse avec le vent, la pluie, un peu d'amour, un brin de miel (translation has really pretty symbolism and it sounds like battle edit music)

daylight - david kushner

oh i love it and i hate it at the same time, hidin' all of our sins from the daylight, from the daylight, runnin' from the daylight (genya flashing back to his backstory)

muichiro tokito theme - samuel kim

0:31 - 0:45 (love the accompaniment of the bell with the rest of the growing music)

džanum - teya dora

ova duša nema dom, ova duša nema ton, crne zore, svеće gore, moje morе, moje more, moje more (the translation. omg.)

mr loverman - ricky montgomery

i'm mr loverman, oh, and i miss my lover, i've shattered now, i'm spilling out (genya worrying over mui during the battle. mic drop.)

softcore - the neighborhood

i'm too consumed with my own life, are we too young for this? feels like i can't move, sharing my heart, it's tearing me apart (they really were too young, and genya's fear of being useless)

chandelier - sia

i'm holdin' on for dear life, won't look down won't open my eyes, keep my glass full until morning light, 'cuz i'm just holdin' on for tonight (desperation to stay alive long enough to be useful during the fight)

wildest dreams - taylor swift

he's so tall and handsome as hell, he's so bad, but he does it so well, and when we've had our very last kiss, my last request is; say you'll remember me (mui just thinking genya would survive and he would die)

titanium - david guetta & sia

i'm bulletproof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away, ricochet, you take your aim, fire away, fire away (muichirou telling genya to shoot even though genya could've shot him)

somewhere only we know - keane

and if you have a minute why don't we go, talk about it somewhere only we know, this could be the end of everything, so why don't we go, somewhere only we know (it sounds sad and the lyrics could imply an already-present relationship)

blood//water - grandson

we'll never get free, lamb to the slaughter, what you gon' do when there's blood in the water? (guilting kokushibo over killing two children)

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #genmui #shinazugawa genya #tokitou muichirou #kny #playlist #muigen #muichiro tokito #muichiro x genya #kny spoilers #uppermoon one fight

[angelboybreakdowns]

if one more person calls that thumbs up post mom coded i will smash my head through a window i am not fucking kidding.

#rambling #/sia #slight vent #self harm mention

[ichigrandguignol]

♱𝕻𝖎𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖔𝖘𝖙:

Ok, new (cringe) blog where I will be able to vent, reblog "dark" things (sometimes not so dark) BUT first of all it will be… Christianity Safe. Basically, I hope to have this space "free" from bad vibes despite being dark\gothic thematics etc. I will reblog everything I like, but if you don't like my spiritual orientation just block me without saying a word, I'm here for the content only, not for petty reasons. Well, I forgot to say I'm Bisex, monogamous and 30 LOL - still, Faith for me comes first, I live it well despite the obvious contradiction of my sexuality. Any pronouns, I don't really care about it.

♱~~~ Ita translation below:

Ok, nuovo blog dove sono in grado di dire quel che mi pare (spero), rebloggare roba "dark" ma anche carina\coccolosa quel che è, ma voglio specificare prima di tutto che se sei cristiano\a qui puoi trovare un'alleata u.u Quindi principalmente, spero di avere questo spazio "libero" da cattive vibrazioni (meglio detto persone che mi assillano) nonostante il tutto sia impostato su tematiche dark e o gotiche. Rebloggherò tutto ciò che rientra nei miei gusti, se però capitasse che io visiti il tuo blog e hai una direzione religiosa\spirituale diversa dalla mia e "ti annoio" semplicemente bloccami senza dire niente, io starò nel mio giardinetto visto che è il motivo principale per cui ho creato questo blog. ( ^°^)/ Il pinned post fa pena e compassione, ma per ora non ho altro in mente, lo modificherò in futuro. Per ora tenetevi 'sto primo post brutto brutto.

#~ℑ𝔠𝔥𝔦 writes

[montag28]

Le vent nous portera

Il ramo più basso del tiglio, foglie larghe e ruvide e setose, come lamine morbide e asciutte, sottilissime lingue di gatto. Mi accingo a passarci attraverso, senza aiutarmi col braccio, ci infilo il viso dentro; il mio naso fende il verde e scosta la cortina vegetale, aprendo la strada verso l’interno. Tiglio non può fare male, le mani stanno a guardare, gli occhi abbassano le serrande, accarezzo con le ciglia le nervature, o forse viceversa, è l’albero che accarezza me, con le sue foglie sulle mie palpebre chiuse. Una tendina giapponese leggera fissata alla sua stecca naturale, un ramo alto come un ragazzino di dieci, undici anni. Mi chino un poco e finalmente mi addentro in quel nascondiglio di clorofilla ed essenze, a respirarne il verde, ad ascoltarne gli aromi, a osservarne le innervate carezze. Le foglie sono ora scialle sulle mie spalle, i rami sono tetto, l’albero capanna.

Il cielo si appanna e s’accartoccia su sé stesso, cenci di grigio si stratificano e s’ammucchiano, cirri sopra cumuli, il vento fa tremare il mio e tutti gli altri tigli del viale. L’aria si carica di nuovo di promesse di tempesta e sensazione di pioggia imminente; non pioverà. I papaveri, da qualche parte, lontani e vicini, il loro coro rosso che canta: noi siamo qua, non abbiamo paura, il vento non ci sposterà. Il vento, ci porterà.

Il mio sonno m’attraversa il corpo come la linfa un tronco d’albero. Levarsi in piedi e iniziare a vivere quando è ancora notte comporta un giorno intriso di cosciente attività onirica e sghembe fantasie che attorcigliano la veglia col sogno, come maglie di giunco e vimini intrecciate in un unico cestino, un comune destino. Ma il profumo della siepe di gelsomino nella via alle quattro e quarantacinque del mattino è reale, esiste; persiste. Come il ricordo della sera prima, il ragno controluce in prossimità del semaforo pedonale, alla mia sinistra. Attendo di attraversare: il ragno scende dal cielo, perpendicolare, il suo filo perfetto e invisibile teso dalla forza di gravità. Muove le zampe e danza nell’aria, scendendo dall’alto, fluido e verticale: spremo la vista, come ad assicurarmi che i miei occhi non siano farlocchi, ovvero che non ci sia davvero una parete trasparente su cui il ragno sta in realtà camminando. Allungo una mano, la parete svanisce.

Io pure, cammino: e più non distinguo l’oggi dallo ieri, l’alba dalla sera, i nomi delle nuvole. Confondo i sensi, senza confondermi col senso. Conosco la direzione. Riconosco i miei passi, distinguo il loro suono dalle altre tracce: attrito di pneumatici sull’asfalto, camere di scoppio di motori in temperatura; e in alto, più alto, il fruscio argentino delle foglie dei pioppi e dei tigli, mosse ora dal vento di bufera di oggi, ora dalla brezza calma della sera di qualche ieri, di qualche domani. Che il tempo sia clemente o che s’inasprisca, il loro suono rimane dolce, riconciliante. Come la voce, la voce che non ho perso. Mi basta chiudere gli occhi, nella strada, per ritrovarla ancora, ancora. E poi, risentirla, ancora - come il coro dei papaveri, che il vento porterà.

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#ashes #personal