#THIS IS A VENT POST
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simon was the only one who could understand you. of course, he understood your interests and your distastes, but he was the only one who could understand you.
on days where you couldn’t get out of bed, couldn’t shower, couldn’t live, simon was the one who understood. he’d lay in bed with you, bathe with you, even when he barely fit in the tub and would have to maneuver his legs in an uncomfortable position to fit the both of you.
when the world was against you, simon stood tall by your side.
when you didn’t have it in you anymore to keep on going, simon gave you a second chance.
he knew how you felt. how when things got bad again, nobody was there to pick you back up, to tell you things will be okay, to hug you. simon never had that for himself, so when he met you, a shattered reflection of himself, he provided you with what he didn’t have.
unconditional love. undying affection. admiration on days where you felt you didn’t deserve it. everything he didn’t get before you, he gave you twice as much.
simon glued back your broke pieces with the utmost care. and when you broke again, he’d do it all over.
simon loved you for you. he loved every fragment that cracked along the way. loved you on days where you didn’t love yourself, and loved you on days where you felt like you were on top of the world.
where most people saw an ugly flower, shriveling up into rotted petals, he saw the garden of eden blossoming right before his eyes. he watered every intricate flowers, providing you with warm rays of sunshine in order to assure you would grow.
he took his time with you. he remained patient, because love always is. after all, you can’t bloom a garden without the occasional parasite or weed, and simon would get on hands and knees, fingers in the dirt if it meant tending to you.
#angie’s rambles#this is a vent post#i am Not okay#but anyway hey guys#call of duty#simon ghost riley#cod#cod x reader#ghost cod#simon riley x reader#ghost simon riley#simon riley#simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader
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being physically disabled as a young adult after being an physically active child in and physically active family, who still participates in the online spaces for physically active hobbies but cannot participate physically means… i’m a living nightmare. i talk to people who share this interest with me, and my existence is their worst nightmare. they see my crutches and hear that i cannot walk far or climb a ladder and think, thank god it isn’t me. my existence is horrible and unimaginable to able bodied people.
#i’ll never forget the guy who when i told him i was physically disabled and couldn’t walk much but could walk with aids#he said ‘oh that’s not that bad!’#he meant it genuinely and i understand where he’s coming from#but man#tell me you know nothing about disability without telling me you know nothing about disability#i just agreed and moved on but it stuck with me#cripple punk#cpunk#disabled#physically disabled#physical disability#spoonie#fibromyalgia#vent#this is a vent post#vent post#you can ignore this#this is about urbex but i don’t think it’s relevant so i won’t tag it#okay to reblog
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i found him
he doesn't like sharing the bed
#undertale#flowey#my art#artists on tumblr#this is a vent post#if its for me or for him is up to debate#why is furniture so expensive ;;
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life update:
my life has turned upside down, I had the toughest time ever last month and still is. but a lil context: me and my husband were preparing for a surgery since the last year, he was going to make a little procedure and I was going through an invasive procedure but all turned into a nightmare… all sudden a bunch of episodes happened in our family/house. the most aggravating part was being fired when we literally had spent all of our savings in exams and doctors appointments and stuff like that. not very different of that, one of our kittens had been sick all of these weeks, all our energy has been focused on her health issues that we don’t even know what it is yet. she doesn’t eat or take any better from the medication and we are drained. I honestly can’t sleep or stop crying because I’m so exhausted and afraid, afraid of losing her, losing my house, my life… I always tried to stay positive but I’m lost…
we’re so desperate. we’re hoping and trying everything to get all the jobs offer (he is a developer it should be easy to get something quick right?!) but nothing seems working for us besides only bad things and I’m tired. my body it’s starting to feel the stress and anxiety is eating me alive…
I hope for the best of course but- yeah
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08/03/2025 she passed. I'm devastated.
#this is a vent post#im honestly thinking of starting selling my stuff to pay for her treatment and food I swear…#anyway I just wanted to let some people know what it’s going on with my life#and that I might miss yoongis birthday#I know that I shouldn’t focus on that but it’s important for me but I also know that whatever happens my life should be more important#I think I sound confusing but gosh…
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some of y'all after making me feel like a disgusting piece of shit for being hypersexual (something I physically can't control)


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sweetie, i know you're going through a bit of a tough time right now, but i have to tell you all the screaming and the screaming and the screaming and the screaming and the screaming and the screaming and the screaming and the screaming and the screaming and the screaming isn't very feminine. could you work on that for me?
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some of ya'll need to stop doing PSAs about stuff you read in fics and learn to click off, find the fics you do want or better yet, go write them.
#i'm so sick of seeing holier-than-thou posts on the feed about how something should be done#its so annoying#bro who ASKED#this is a vent post#about what probably is vent posts and yes i see the irony
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If life has taught me anything is that relationships are just gonna end horribly with both parties hating each other until they implode
Idk im just being cynical
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If you're disabled enough, the world is a powder keg that can explode into violence at any time. If people perceive you as not putting in a "fair" amount of effort, if people see you as lazy or lacking, they will form a mob on the drop of a hat. They won't even remember doing it. They feel perfectly justified.
I've been alone a lot since I started to be visibly physically disabled in my late 20s. I've been alone a lot.
#personal#trauma#disability#this is a vent post#obviously there are just as many situations#where people are kind and considerate#but the two things don't always feel in balance you know#and it helps to say something about it
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#for full disclosure#this is a vent post#I can feel myself spiraling#I genuinely feel like there’s never going to be a good day again#I don’t see a way out of this within my lifetime#I feel so useless in all of this#what is even the point in going on anymore
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Your local duskwood shitposter starts her first group therapy today and I'm so freaking nervous, please wish me luck. :'D
Posting it here because I’m in a hole full of self-pity and that's why I need to mimimi. xD And I'm not ashamed xD
#send help#hbj talks#personal#not dw#<3<3<3<3<3#this is a vent post#I need a Jake to drive me there and to pick me up afterwards it would make me feel better I think xD
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I think today is the single worst day I've had in twelve years.
Across today I've written drafts about the two majorly dire events I was involved with. One not my fault, and once very much my fault. I'm not going to post either of them because I don't think making them public will do me any more good than the writing already did.
Have you ever wished that you could throw up so that maybe some of the poison you feel crawling in your veins will be gone from you?
At some point, useful self-reflection becomes unhelpful rumination and eventually self-flagellation. I think I've done what good I can for now.
I'll be bringing this up with my therapist on Monday.
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stared at the scars on my arms and now I'm wondering where it all went wrong and if I couldve prevented it all
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Me and my wife have been trying to have a baby for a year now and I just got another negative result. Idk what so do, everytime we try it just hits harder. It's so expensive and I hate being poked and prodded all the time. This is our third try and it only took a year because its so expensive and we have to wait to save up money.
Its honestly heartbreaking. They tell me I'm a perfect canidate for pregnancy, but it still feels like I'm doing something wrong because it's just not working. We want this so so bad. We have one more try before we have to drop more money on sperm. This just sucks so bad
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does anyone else have a deep unending rage all the time or is that just me
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