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dumblr · 1 year
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There are times when I hate hugs. They seem to have the weight of a silent goodbye.
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such-a-random-rambler · 3 months
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Febuwhump - Day 7
John huddles in a dark corner, making his lanky frame as small as possible. Pulling his arm in hurts – more than any broken bone he’s had before – but if he lets go it will surely stick out, reveal him. Heart pounding and eyes watering he’s clenched his jaw so tight against the waves of pain, stamping down the smallest whimper, that he doesn’t think he’d even be able to open his mouth to call for help. Breathing through his nose helps a little, when he remembers to breathe at all. 
Footsteps pass.  
Searching.  
Hunting.  
John draws himself further into shadow. 
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myremnantarmy · 6 months
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"𝘚𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦."
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howifeltabouthim · 4 months
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You must remember that most people don't like to hear when bad things happen. They can tolerate only a little here and there. The bad things must be comestible. If there are too many bad things, they plug their ears and vilify the victim. But a hundred very bad things happened to me. Am I supposed to be quiet? Bear my pain like a good girl? Or shall I be very bad and take it out on the world? Either way I won't be loved.
Lisa Taddeo, from Animal
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saturnsfavouritemoon · 5 months
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*Small Talk*
You're telling me, how you can’t remember the last time you cried and that your parents are getting old and when you were fourteen, you met the monster under your bed and it hasn’t left you alone ever since.
You’ve always been afraid to talk to other people about these things but until last summer when I told you about my favourite colour and food and how I am lucky if I get more than four hours of sleep.
You asked me, when was the last time I prayed. At first you didn’t hesitate to ask what keeps me up every night until you looked at your wrists and saw the nails left marks on them almost permanently.
You know the violence that comes from suffering quietly. How someone desperate to feel can be the cruelest to themselves. But for once, don’t be scared to tell me about your monsters. In return, let me ask you to place your ear next to my chest. Tell me if you can hear the low growl, the seldom scratching of claws on the rib cage.
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nocturnal-desolation · 3 months
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As much as I don't want to be - I am still defined by my past. We all are, in a way, aren't we? A tragedy that is done without any remorse to our poor little souls...
Yes, of course I am changing, growing and learning. Things get better. Sometimes they do, some things, not everything. But I often feel like I may be tired and just... done... before I reach my goals. Repeatedly feeling so powerless breaks the spirit, you know? It's hard to fight it, I still fight, but some days are harder than others. Torture even. It presses down on you, like a heavy weight and when it gets bad in my mind I enter a cold, dark night. A different state of mind. That's how I would describe it. It's always the same... it won't go away, it always comes back to haunt me.
I wish I was better, stronger... but I'm already so tough in that regard, I think I am, I can take a lot.
I had to…
You know, for some reason I'm reminded of the line in Nirvana's version of "Where did you sleep last night?" that goes "In the pines, in the pines, where the sun don't ever shine…". It's weird, if you know what the song is about. It goes on with "I would shiver the whole night through…" I used to listen to it when I was feeling down in my youth. It's because Kurt Cobain's voice could carry a painful sadness that I can absolutely relate to, and that's what I feel when I listen to that song, what I feel now. I feel the grief of someone who suffers a lot in silence, in the dark… in the pines, where the sun never shines, where you shiver all night long. Maybe forever.
One day it'll be... for all of us. An eternal night.
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v-0-id-uwu · 1 year
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ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᵒʳᵈᵉᵃˡˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵘᵐⁱⁿᵍ ᵐʸ ˢᵒᵘˡ.
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expressions-by-dax · 6 months
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The Sound Of Silence
an original acrylic on canvas
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"Remember, it's okay to not be okay, but REMEMBER it's NEVER okay to suffer in silence."
-yesyesyesblingingboss
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charz-19 · 2 years
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Eat this and suffer 😋
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cartoonradfem · 11 months
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give every rapist a botched lethal injection
(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
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dumblr · 1 year
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You sat and watched me suffer in silence and yet you knew everything but said nothing, how strange.
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demthedem · 1 year
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lmao suck it
Just found my best friend's tumblr after they tried so hard to hide it. feeling good :D
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scarrsheal · 2 years
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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We all loved her, we all felt for her; and my master's heart would have bled, had he suspected what she had to put up with day after day, and year after year.
Ellen Wood, from East Lynne
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crazywolf828 · 2 years
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What if I make this hand kink emotional? Then what?
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