Alex, 24 years old, Rhode Island, queer, nonbinary. i'm into various tv shows, movies, and other random shit like video games, cooking, and tattoos. future blacksmith. Pronouns: they/them ⚔
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it’s been so long since i’ve touched this strange blue hell but i have nowhere else to put this so it’s going here i suppose
it’s been…5 days? i think? of the most depressed i’ve ever been, unwilling to do much other than stay in bed and convince myself it has more to do with being under the throes of two different raging hormones trying to right themselves in my head than the fact that i got a taste of what being happy felt like a month ago, after -as dramatic as it sounds- years of just existing. i truly forgot what being happy felt like until that night and coming back down to earth hit hard. i feel like a ghost, out of sight out of mind. i wouldn’t mind that but i miss feeling warm. this existence feels cold. and this is all so very dramatic but i’d rather sound dramatic than have someone waste emotions on me. yelling into the void is easier. maybe being a ghost on this rock in space is what i’m here for, floating around in the background until someone stumbles upon me.
i don’t know if you’re reading this (you know who you are) and it might make you feel guilty, like maybe you’ve been shitty but in the back of my mind i knew it’s kind of always been me that’s shitty. i can feel it happening again but i’m okay with that, it’s how we work. i’d rather you exist on the same plane with people that work right, people that live rather than just exist. if anything, i should feel guilty for this.
i’ll stay on the spectral plane where i belong, trying to figure out if this really is the chemicals in my brain splitting me or if this is just me. this all sounds so very hot topic and teen tragedy but honest at the same time, maybe moreso with myself.
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have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t
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Top ten worst anime tiddies
just off the top of my head
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it’s been too long since i’ve shown my face around here and for good reason
i’m not confidant by any means and it’s definitely not unwarranted
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feeling contemplative over the amt of money i spent on makeup
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Adut Akech in Marc Jacobs Fragrances campaign ad
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Since I know none of yall have lost your energy for supporting black people right now, you should check out this blog with over 1000 black-owned online shops.
https://themadmommy.com/black-owned-etsy-shops/
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yes sisters it’s true death is finally the greatest form of self preservation
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I just wanted to go shield surfing god fucking dammit
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Hollywood 1.05 - Jump ↳ “I’m sorry, I’ve aways been terrible with names. I once introduced a friend as Martini. Her name’s actually Olive.”
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I’ve been on sets where I didn’t feel safe, I’ve felt objectified. But as I’m getting older I’m realizing that I can value myself, I’m allowed to. It doesn’t mean that I’m egotistical, it doesn’t mean that I’m high and mighty or believing my own bullshit. It just means that I believe in that little innner child in me that needs to be protected and wants to do well.
Brie Larson | Porter, 2017
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Jeremy: My God the heterosexual flag is boring.
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