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wejustvibing · 6 months
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oml 🤲🏾
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kaikie13 · 2 years
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em là đứa nhạy cảm lại còn hay suy nghĩ nhiều.
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ngoài nhạy cảm ra ông trời còn cho em linh cảm chẳng trật đi đâu được. em thấy biết ơn vì điều ấy nhưng đôi khi em chỉ muốn mình mất đi mọi cảm xúc để rồi vô tư mà sống thôi.
em chẳng biết nữa, những hành động nhỏ em để ý, những sự bất thường em soi xét, hay cả sự đồng cảm với những điều chẳng thân thuộc. nó đôi khi làm em mệt lắm.
những cơn lo lắng, sợ sệt ập tới làm em không kịp kiểm soát. chúng sẽ ăn mòn và khiến em kiệt quệ mất.
người như em, bao giờ mới có được hạnh phúc nhỉ...
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drowningmoon · 1 month
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At his 17 birthday party, James probably had a lot to drink because he was itching to confess all his sweet nothings to Regulus. To make him his own and to beg him to keep his heart.
Regulus stood alone into a quietened corner of their house and James' drunk dazed brain regarded it as a perfect opportunity. With a hammering heart and sweaty hands he made his way towards Regulus. Thousands of thoughts rushed in his head and jumbled bodies around him mirrored them.
Sirius came out of nowhere, reeking of alcohol and ranting about something. James bobbed his head and pretended to listen. In the meantime Regulus was joined by Barty, huh James didn't remember inviting him.
Sirius gripped his face and forced him to look at him. Yes, Sirius. No Sirius, I am listening to you. No Sirius, my complete attention is on you. Yes Sirius, you're the prettiest.
Suddenly people broke into cheers around them and Sirius' hands abandoned his face.
James looked at the source of noise and there was nothing to prepare him for the heartbreak that followed. Regulus and Barty were there. Kissing each other like they already had each other's bodies and mouths memorised.
A glass broke and flowers wilted. Thorns pricked into James skin and drew blood. Sirius shook him and was saying something but James' body was giving up. His blood was retreating and his heart was sinking. Asteroids collided and pieces of James were fading. They broke the kiss and Regulus was looking at Barty with eyes so bright that James couldn't stop bile from rising up his throat.
He rushed towards the bathroom and hurled it all out. Even after there was nothing to empty anymore, James still didn't lift his head, gagging and trying to empty out the overwhelming love he had been harbouring for Regulus which he didn't know where to put now.
He felt a cold hand on the nape of his hand and looked up to find Sirius watching him with knowing eyes and pained expression as the realisation dawned on him. James fell into the arms of the brother he always knew and wept.
His wails bounced off the walls of that bathroom and soft sobs of Sirius were also heard. Sirius held James through the entire night. None of them went back out. He cleaned James and then hugged him to bed so tight that night, somehow trying to prevent James from falling apart but it was too late. That night James lay awake and was met with a new friend called heartbreak.
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celestiallime · 2 months
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the brainrot of Clint Barton goes hard, okay? my hyper fixation goes CRAZY,, it's genuinely insane cause why am I making him suffer in my writing LOL
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zanygardenherowobbler · 6 months
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What Is Happiness Really ?
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blestpoetplace · 8 months
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it’s not made for me, I’m not made to experience happiness.
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navnae · 2 years
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I really would like to know what Joe meant when he said he hoped season 1 Steve would be approving of season 4 Steve and he kept looking at Joseph.
Was something edited out that we couldn’t see and only they knew about it? Or was they just being silly?
I really thought Steve and Eddie would confess something just by the way they were acting 🫠
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08.03.22
What does it mean to be happy? 
I know the joys in euphoria; the high in the drop of a roller-coaster, the bliss of an orgasm, the peace found in the aftertaste of edibles. 
Is this happiness? 
Does it feel like my skin alive, on twelve shots of espresso? The buzz in my limbs, the joy in moving to a routine, the energy bursting from the seams of my carefully crafted castle. 
Is it the taste of sunshine on my lips as the sun peeks the horizon? The smell of chocolate malt and almost-burnt toast. The dew in my lungs, exhaling fog into the warming sky.
Is it the feeling of comfort in my lovers arms? The gentle press of blankets and warmth above me, compressing my anxious jitters into tranquility. The smell of English Laundry, and sweet-salty sweat. 
I do not know how to be happy, beyond the fleeting moments of joy.
I feel in memories.
In the memory of my father’s anger. His uncontainable rage featuring broken speakers, dishes, and his apathy towards everything else. Looking down from a band concert and seeing his face glued to social media, no acknowledgement.
In the two-sided coin of my mother. Her unpredictability. The face of a smiling cookie baker, homemade meals and brief small talk. The look of disbelief as she tends to her inebriated boyfriend, “What else was I supposed to do?” I will never forgive her choosing a relationship over her child. Over me.
In the fear of my brother, his unchecked rage, his lying stories. Never held accountable. The disgust of his eating habits, the fat pig stuffing his face. Greed, Gluttony, and Lust.
The past ever haunts me, the reminders of my youth, of dysfunction, of starvation, of bruises, of emotional hunger. 
What is it to feel fear, to feel anger, without the overwhelming blanket of nothingness on it’s brink? Shielding me from the crushing weight of reminders, of the past, of unforgivable things. 
I know one day I will feel happiness without the prickle of unease on my neck, the lingering alcoholic’s breath, the flutters of anxiety in my gut.
I wish it was tomorrow.
I wish it was today.
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If I could I'd give you all the happiness in the world because you deserve it :(
Happiness is not something that's transactionable. Except if you equal happiness with euphoria inducing substances. Then yes, please give me all of it. Preferably cocaine.
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alandneverwonders · 2 years
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what hurts more…people giving up on you? or giving up on yourself?
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icamonster · 2 years
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List five things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last ten people who reblogged something from you. Spread the positivity ✨💛🌻
- tuxedo cats - old punk music - takoyaki - quiet - dir en grey I don’t have ten different people even within the last month. Anyone who wants to, feel free to do so.
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surkeart · 8 months
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be free!!
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sabellart · 8 months
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“I think I understand a whole lot better than you do”
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majoringinsarcasm · 4 months
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DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON OLD FICS DONT BE AFRAID TO COMMENT ON FICS IN A FANDOM THE AUTHOR MAY NO LONGER BE ACTIVE IN. IF THE STORY IS STILL UP LET THEM KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS IT MIGHT JUST BE THE REMINDER THAT MAKES THEIR DAY.
SINCERELY SOMEONE WHO JUST GOT A REPLY THAT MADE ME WANNA MAKE THIS POST
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Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:
15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)
2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)
1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.
None of the hijackers were from Iraq.
None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.
None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.
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Justice League identity reveal where they don’t know who Batman is and one day a bunch of them walk in on him just casually eating yogurt in the cafeteria with his cowl off. A bunch of them recognize him, a couple don’t, and they’re all shocked.
Turns out Batman didn’t realize none of them knew who he was, since it had taken him all of ten minutes and three google searches to put everyone’s secret identities together and he just assumed they had all figured it out by this point. Or maybe he had meant to tell them and then just forgotten. Either way, he regularly interacts with half of them outside of hero stuff and hasn’t bothered with the whole separate persona thing with them in years. Shouldn’t they really have figured this out by now? So what if he forgot? This is clearly on them.
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