#I'm healing

[p1ckyo]

Hush, child.

[z0mbiefrank]

oh miss trunchball... it's just you, me, and your leather crop between us

[cowboylikedean]

i'm resetting. I need to be in the light and the open now to feel like i'm not falling apart. my room is starting to feel like a prison and the darkness oppressive. I need the light and the living room

[cosmic-pr1nce]

i wanna get back into minecraft

[gum-iie]

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pantalone without glasses kinda 

[pisshandkerchief]

idk if Patrick looks particularly edible tonight or if I'm just horrendously down bad as usual

[tiny-moss-patch]

i recently started getting my nails done (second time ever a couple days ago) and it actually turned out to be a really big deal for me. i grew up in a very stressful environment and have been anxious and depressed pretty much as long as I can remember. I've also been biting my nails and picking on the skin around them for most of my life. my foster parents had some creative and cruel methods to try and get me to stop but none of them worked. they just made me miserable (and I can't stand either mustard or horse radish now) so anyway, i never had pretty nails and it never was a big deal for me either, or so I thought. about half a year ago i started to really explore my own womanhood and feel comfortable with being a woman. and so i got that idea why not get my nails done I'm in a place where I can afford it and I don't work with my hands. first time was terrible and overpriced but still i was enchanted with how my nails looked! they were never this long or pretty in my 25 years of being alive. second time I went with a friend and this time my actual nails were long enough that I didn't need those like plastic extensions you glue on. and wow, i love it so much! they're so lovely and don't look fake at all. and like i never considered that looking at my hands and feeling joy and admiration was even something that was possible let alone something i would actually want. just something i was thinking about.

[danu2203]

[mothersquishy]

A Letter To The Past

When I was asked what I’d say to my younger myself I was caught off guard

So many emotions bubbled up, out of my eyes, puddle of tears collecting on my lap

How do I tell such a young, hopeful, child that it didn’t get better?

That she just learned how to handle it instead?

How am I supposed to tell her that her found family will dissipate causing a deep hollowing pain in her heart, never filling but never growing, always there?

That her first love was never capable of loving her back?

That she hurt her best friend so deeply he had to cut her out of his life?

That her kind heart was used against her, ripping away her innocents on prom night?

That she stayed silent, hearing of another girl attacked by the same man?

How do you expect me to tell her that her next love, the one she saw such a bright future with

The one she built a family with

That she’ll shatter the very heart she swore to love for all eternity?

How do I hug a child that’s so broken and brittle that just touching her will cause her to crumble to dust?

How am I supposed to comfort a child that is so far gone in misery and pain and heartache

That she couldn’t possibly return to person she used to be

Because that person never existed?

How do I hold her tight against my chest, crying and screaming lies that did get better when it didn’t?

That there was no way we could repent for the wrongs we’ve done to others?

How am I to tell her

That she will forever be dreaming of her grief

Woken up night after night

Tears pooling in her ears?

That she is so utterly demolished that she had no choice but to pick up all of what’s left of her

The sharp points that dig cuts deep into her hands

And forge a cage around her heart that hurts everyone who goes near?

That her tears will turn to rage

The hate will fester, becoming one with her soul?

That she’ll become a demon in order to protect herself?

That even after all the years of abuse, depression, hurt, and heartache

She’ll still keep the door open to her heart

Like a foolish child?

That the very hope she so stubbornly holds on to

Is the very thing that causes her the most wounds?

I couldn’t

I wouldn’t

I look at her, tears slipping out of her eyes at the sight of scars all over my body

Caused by her very hands

I kneel down, leveled with the small hurting child

And open my arms to her

I tell her that her childhood best friend is still in her life, antics still there

That her and mother will become close finally

That her broken family is trying so desperately to fix themselves

That she’ll have the most wonderful kids, hearts so pure, hearts so full of love

That she changed the lives of people, saving them when their fingers were on the trigger

I hold her, tears spilling out my wounded soul and tell her

That her heart is so big, so caring, it hurts to look at

That she is so very worthy of love, someone you can’t help falling in love with

That all the pain and hurt she carries deep in her chest will lessen with time

And that it’ll all be worth it in the end

That she’ll open her heart so wide, taking the secrets of strangers

Wiping away tears from the very ones who caused her harm

Understanding that they too, caged their hearts in thorns

That she’ll suffer, and scream, and cry, and beg for an end she doesn’t want

Because she is alive

Because she has felt everything time and time again

And to live is to feel-

Feel so deeply it rips you apart

Like a flower in bloom

I’ll wipe away her tears

Help her pick up the pieces

And bask in the warmth of our hopes and dreams

Because she is me

And I am her

And our hearts are one.

[hydine]

Man, I'm so hype.

Like, I sing, yeah? Usually just for myself, as a hobby, because I have crippling social anxiety and no friends near me who I could make music with?

Well, in my retraining class, there are some people, who sing and play guitar.

And I just went to my room, coming from a music session, where we just vibed together with no plan at all, but we laughed and had fun and made music.

And I'm fucking hype about it.

[immured-soul]

Have not been posting on here often but life is good and reminding myself to enjoy my present since I’ve yearned for all of these changes.

[diamondsunbursts-and-marblehalls]

Athena, goddess of wisdom, and all-powerful, being the only person that Annabeth could call on for help; being so cruel that she would be complicit in her daughter's death just out of spite.

Percy, age 12, weak and dying, having told Annabeth they could never be friends; not only sacrifices himself to save Annabeth's life without a minute's thought, but does it without her having to ask for help.

[savagegood]

“Did you see the way that little girl looked at me? Kids. Little kids. They grow up believing that they can be a hero if they drive a sword into the heart of anything different. And I’m the monster? I don’t know what’s scarier. The fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart or that sometimes I just wanna let ‘em.” “We have to get you out of here. Over the wall. We won’t stop until we find some place safe, okay? We’ll go. Together. No matter what we do, we can’t change the way people see us.” “You changed the way you see me... Didn’t you?

NIMONA (2023), based on the comic by ND Stevenson, who came out as transgender in 2022

[fifishy]

how i look at my friends after they tell me im better off not being in a relationship(they know nothing about me)(im so full of shame and fear)(i want nothing more than to prove I'm beautiful)

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

Physically? I am sitting in my bedroom. Mentally? Spiritually? I AM DEAD ON THE FLOOR!!!!! THESE TWO HAVE KILLED ME!!!!

(Another drawing! This was originally attempt #1 at drawing stan, and then fiddleford just showed up. Kinda feels like them five minutes after the above acting like nothing happened though, so it works sdjkgkjfshj)