One call and my mother reminded me that I am completely lonely.
She wants me to be someone I am not.
One call and she reminded me that nobody loves me. Not even I. Because this world broke me.
Fellow autistics, how do you deal with this fucking loneliness? To be all alone in the whole universe? Because you are never enough and you never meet expectations?
Gooood I hate it here. Please some aliens pick me up.
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In my head I’m like: rain rain, go away come back another day because all this rain is hurting my bones. Let me be able to not be in pain for one day. PLEASE
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Dude, Tumblr just recommend me an insulin for me to lose weight.
I'm diabetic. What the actual fuck.
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Thinking about the Season 3 finale when Rita says to the team at the end that "A weapon is only a tool as dangerous as the hand that wields it. What if we choose to become weapons for good?"
and how that's exactly what Laura has chosen to do and what she's been trying to do. But what happens when you want to become a weapon for good and everything you touch still turns to shite?
It's because she never was the weapon herself. Her job was only to classify the weapons. She never got to be in full control of how and why the weapon was used because that, ultimately, was down to another person's actions. She had to keep up the façade of being perfectly ordinary to the Bureau, but inside she knew that she was no different from any meta who sat across her desk. And yeah, she helped some of them, but she couldn't help them all. So instead she quietly absorbed the guilt for all the destruction caused by those she made weapons as if those actions were her own. Because deep inside I guess she knew that that should have been her.
Cut to the 21st century where she's now witnessing this team of metahumans deciding for themselves whether they want to use their abilities for good or for destruction. She's witnessing this, having just arrived from a time when metahumans didn't even have the right to exist as individuals.
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I am in a weird place where my heart is breaking for both Nueng and Palm. On one hand Nueng is being a flirty little shit with Palm and then is off kissing Ben, while simultaneously causing a huge scene because he is jealous of Mackie, and breaking Palm's heart in the process. But I also understand that while he loves Palm, he doesn't think Palm loves him so he is willing to explore other options that just allows him to feel any sort of love or attention. And that is so sad, settling for anything over being able to have everything with Palm.
And poor Palm, is just trying to be a good bodyguard that he knows is expected of him, but failing to keep a professional distance between himself and Nueng. And poor boy is so incapable of handling Nueng's flirting. And the man he loves was drunk and lashing out and he couldn't calm him down or protect him as much as he needed and I just know that is going to break him more than the guy stepping on his arm.
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Uni really should allow you to change your name in their systems without the need to have it changed legally.
Like I do not appreciate having to open up emails from new people with my dead name attached to it and having to correct it.
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Do you think we’d get more respect and safety if instead of uteruses inside our bodies we had AR-15s?
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I complained to tumblr about changes. Quite strongly. I might be a little drunk, haha.
See if I get banned. So long, fuckers!
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How bad does my Arcana brainrot have to become before my ADHD finally gets off its fucking ass and I can start spamming imagines and headcanons on my writing sideblog?
... Yes.
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Not me crying as I watch the summer I turned pretty because it reminds of the coming of age romance I never had
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No Miro?
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💔
THE MEME FOR PEOPLE WHO HATE HAPPINESS. / @gunchamber
25. Your muse finds out mine was lying to them.
she knew this would happen, that the truth of who she was, would one day come out. it could never stay a secret with someone who was a hunter. and hunted those like payne. she was thankful that she knew how to hide better than most. she could be human for its what she clinged too. but one accident, had revealed the truth. and she could see the anger and betrayal burning in krissy's eyes as she looked at her. sighing softly she looks down at the wound that evealed her truth. the way the iron had burned her. ❝ i'm sorry krissy, i didn't mean to lie to you. ❞
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so Landon has no feelings???
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