#Venting
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nofuckingideawho · 5 months ago
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I'm sure being alive isn't supposed to be this painful
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the-perfect-day-to-die · 4 hours ago
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Hurting myself unintentionally makes me want to hurt myself a lot intentionally.
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borderlesbian · 10 months ago
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i'm really fucking scared this is all i will ever be
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emsleyanbluejay · 2 months ago
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i’m so sick of hearing people complain about “whiny transmascs who don’t transition and still want to be treated like men”
either pay for my top surgery or shut your mouth. some of us are disabled and have to find doctors willing to take the risk of a potentially deadly health crisis mid-surgery, on top of living paycheck to paycheck. do you have 13k, plus travel expenses for a week to the only surgeon i trust to not kill me? because i don’t.
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hernandes-n · 23 hours ago
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~ Relapsed ~
Did it again after 2 months
TW: Sh, scars and blood (I think they look pretty 💕)
block don’t report
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Does that count as a styro?
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tiediedhabits · 9 hours ago
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I want to kill myself. I want to kill myself. I want to kill myself.
Or rather I hate myself. I want to kill what I hate. Which is me. I want to stop being around what I hate every second. I want to stop being around me.
I won’t though. One day I’m going to grow wings and all that
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jewishvitya · 2 days ago
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Added to the list of generalizations I hate: "CPTSD doesn't just happen, someone wanted to hurt that child." Sure, in my case, absolutely. CSA is intentional and malicious. But there are so many things that can happen without anyone doing anything wrong, and they can be traumatizing.
Same with "generational trauma means your family is the problem" like, no, the ones who inflicted the original trauma on my family are the problem.
It's not important, it's just people saying things online, but it always frustrates me.
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vynepip · 21 hours ago
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Relatable. And im a crackhead anyway what is there to lose that I already didn't know ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ
i wish i was more of a lover girl because why am i fantasizing about a fictional man drugging me instead of like. cooking me dinner
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bloggyhollyva · 2 days ago
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”Happy birthday to… me.”
_ “Another year on this earth… how lovely-“ _
_ “This is a scheduled post by the way.” _
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nofuckingideawho · 4 months ago
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I have this silly little feeling in my chest that's making me want to die
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ghostcroissant · 12 hours ago
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Throwing out and donating my ex-roommate's stuff because I'm tired of begging a grown man for my own. 🤭 Like, fine. What you have of mine wasn't that important to me anyway. Let someone else enjoy your childhood millennium falcon figure that you said you've treasured since!
You refuse to give me back a single item of my own, why should I go out my way to give you yours??
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This post is about the same dude!! I can't be bothered to be the bigger person anymore. If I'm vaguing about someone, then they've pushed me past my normal coping mechanisms.
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mentally-ill-loser-rants · 8 hours ago
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"why don't you want my help?"
dude I raised in an environment where I got my ass fucking beat as a warning of what was to happen to me if I asked somebody for help
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billfinarts · 1 day ago
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Just a quick sketch of something that'll eventually be a full digital piece.
Shaytán giving Dek the worst day of his short life.
(Yeah, I do vent art.)
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kittendreamsofmurder · 1 day ago
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What I mean when I say I'm tired/spent/tapped out/out of spoons as a person with chronic illness:
I mean my body feels like it's made of lead.
I mean that walking feels like trudging through mud.
I mean that I ache all over like I did a full-body workout.
I mean that I hurt but I can't tell you where or what would make it better.
I mean that my thoughts are muddled and lost in a thick grey fog.
I mean that I feel the way you feel when you're "coming down with something" but you don't know what it is yet. I never know what it is.
I mean that the lights are too bright and the sounds are too loud and my skin doesn't feel right.
I mean that I need to sleep but I can't sleep and when I do, it feels like no rest at all.
I mean that I want to be out of this body, but it's the only one I have.
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borderlesbian · 10 months ago
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me fighting the urge to be such a bitch to someone bc i'm overstimulated and anxious
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