#i promise I'm fine

[erraticprocrastinator]

Do I inflict my own trauma on my characters? Yes. But I don't just inflict my trauma on them. I give them the support I wish I had, the people and love I needed but did not have, so that as they heal it's almost like a little piece of me is mended too.

[thevoidstaredback]

I am in a lot of pain and I am bleeding very much.

The two things do not correlate. Pain is mostly not caused by bleeding.

But! What if I do a shady hand off in a back alley? I give you all new content to read and you give me the ability to sleep tonight because I work a 15 hour shift tomorrow starting at 4am.

[shinestarhwaa]

WHY do I feel so sad and tense and uncomfortable like nothing big is even happening ??????????????

U might have to wait a little longer for some good fics cuz wham bam I am spiraling again

[saraminia]

I woke up suddenly one morning

And watched you crumble and turn into glitter

In front of my eyes

I cried for my loss and tried to close my eyes

But my eyelids were glass and I was forced to face the day

I was fragile like glass

I broke my fingers off one by one

Just to see how it felt

It felt like nothing

And now I'm shattered and scattered all over the floor

Pieces of me in between pieces of you

Fragments of what never was

I touched you and my hand still burns

With unfulfilled desire

Your eyes etched into my memory

And your lips curved into a smile

Reminding me

You never were mine to lose

And still I miss you

In this stillness

And my hand still burns

All I want is to know your body

And to feel it respond

To my touch, my hands, my mouth, my love

My taste, my pleasure

How heavy your hand would lay upon me

How heavy you'd bring it down on my burning skin

How strong your grip at the back of my head

Strands of my hair wound tightly around your beautiful fingers

And those beautiful fingers

Wrapped around my neck

Holding me down

As I burned for you

Aching for a taste of you

Bittersweet on my tongue

Lover, my lover

I chant your name into the stillness of the night

My love, my love, my love

Like a spell or a prayer I repeat it

In this stillness

Long nights and days alone

These dreams become my escape

I grow to resent the morning

The waking up and making peace with the stillness

And the glitter on my floor

While my heart keeps racing

Chasing your memory

And it gets blurry

Every day it gets a little more blurry

Dreams replacing what memory has lost

Until one day no part of you will be remembered

But imagined

And still I burn

For you

My dream lover

– R.K.–

[creatorbiaze]

my first reaction to any mild mistake from myself / anything that startles me slightly is "ok I'll just die ^^" and i genuinely don't know why

[lenasaysthings]

I have an overdue project that I need to hand in tomorrow AND a test that I haven't studied for. But nooooo I'm making a tumblr post about it...

It's 11pm

[violetsiren90]

I'm gonna be honest - I really didn't need that Yoongi Jakarta vlog.

I didn't need to see his unmade hotel bed.

I didn't need to hear him talk about what kind of body lotion he uses.

My diseased brain did. not. need. it.

Have I watched this video, that is destroying my already tenuous grasp on reality, at least five times in the last 72 hours? Frankly, that's none of your concern, okay??!!

[ancuninfiles]

Obsession is a wild thing. It's similar to addiction in a way where it can consume you completely to the point where you can't even recognize yourself anymore.

Your obsession can feel essential to survival, like an organ in your body. It feels like necrotic at times - in a way where you'd prefer to carve it out like a worm under your skin; itchy and demanding of attention.

Cleansing it from the inside out is an alternative option. Comsuming something that burns all the wiggly bugs, making them erupt from your pores, deceased.

You could wash them off with hot water and watch them spin down the drain - or you could close your eyes and try to pretend it never happened.

Either way, the holes that all the creatures burrowed into your meat still remain.

[thewomanwithamessedupmind]

I have one reoccurring intrusive thought that surfaces when I have to go to work. I want to stab someone. I wouldn't actually do it because I would hate myself for hurting someone. But it always pops up in my head the closer I get to work. Idk. Thought I'd share.

[quinnandco]

update on the stranger things watch the show thingy I'm doing:

Holy shit this is taking forever. It's been 40 minutes an I'm 4 minutes in

I'm trying to decide what gets reactions at this point but omg.

Also I really don't want to have to describe the stancy parts, but I'll have to and idk how I feel about that...

overall though I'm think it's going fine!

😭👍

[madelynfilms]

when nate feuerstein said “living in my agony watching my self esteem going up in flames acting like i don’t care what anyone else things when i know truthfully that’s the furthest from how i feel, but i’m too proud to open up and ask you to pick me up and pull me out this hole i’m trapped in. the truth is i need help, but i just can’t imagine who i’d be if i was happy” ...i felt that like, i’m not necessarily, like...spiraling. last year? i was 1000% a spiraling MESS. it was ugly. but i know that i’m not 100% back to being happy. i don’t even remember being 100% happy before i registered that i had legit reasons to not be happy. like, what? when i was 10? 11, maybe? i dunno. that’s a good question to ask. that’s not even the right answer tho, bc there were songs released when i was 10 that i was whole heartedly relating to that no one should ever relate to at that age (it’s only progressed to this point; it’s worsened) anyways

[casinocupdezi]

And the world I'll turn it inside out, yeah

Send help

[chilly-moss]

Anyone else ever get the urge to just become driftwood. Simply chillin floatin on the ocean like hell yeah champ you shape me till I'm the smoothest boi on the waters

[visceravalentines]

Me, brand new to mortuary school: wow this is so cool, can't wait to help people, passes out in first embalming, really Trying My Best

Me now: mental health who? Helping...people?? The two genders: numb and angry. Blasting IT'S ALRIGHT, IT'S OKAY, IT'S ALRIGHT, IT'S OKAY, but it is neither alright nor okay

[formidophobia]

Okay that last post made me feel things but I don't want it to be the last thing I post if I literally die in the ER so here's a post

I'm in the er

[taffywabbit]

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled