#i should be dead
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maybedr3am · 6 months ago
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He is the brainrot one in the family...
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shuaaflower · 2 years ago
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„It’s hard to understand you“. Yes I know, I live with my thoughts 24/7 and don’t even understand myself.
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sinkingisbetter · 2 months ago
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I should've died I should've died I should've died
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gothamitepride · 1 year ago
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Well. Gotham certainly is an experience. I just got. Robbed. Uhm. That's not suppose to be good. And I am not supposed to be calm. I don't think the fact that a gun was loaded and pushed to my face fully rendered. Story time later. God
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missiodine · 2 years ago
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I fucking hate myself.
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neptunes-saddest-alien · 8 months ago
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Why anyone ever bothers with me I have no idea..
Since when do I make anything better..
Since when am I even remotely good for people..
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harkenizalone · 9 months ago
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Ok, I’m immortal. I’ve fallen off so many cliffs that my adrenaline doesn’t even kick in anymore, I’ve accidentally ingested 5X the lethal dose of caffeine, I’ve accidentally drank bleach and wasn’t even nauseous (I said ‘2/10, wouldn’t try again’), Ive lost so much blood that I should’ve been at the ER but was just fine and cleaned it up, I’ve been hit by a semi truck (only like 25MPH tho, I still got knocked pretty far) and got up and was just really dizzy, etc.
I thought it was luck, but the lethal doses scratched that out. I thought it was plot armor, that was obviously out the window pretty quick. I thought it was one of the Eldritch deities I have the favor of (don’t ask, I’m not really sure how it happened either.) they didn’t do it. I was so confused… until I remembered
I always say ‘I LIVE OUT OF PURE SPITE FOR REALITY’
I CAN LITERALLY INFLUENCE REALITY IF I PUT IN ENOUGH EFFORT BUT I DIDNT REALIZE I COULD JUST FORCE SOME RULES OF REALITY TO NOT APPLY TO ME
IVE BEEN LITERALLY IMMORTAL OUT OF SPITE SINCE I WAS NINE- HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????
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fuckinganderson · 2 years ago
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fuck today
ptsd hits hard
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for-a-home-that-once-was · 1 year ago
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I don't want to go anywhere but I'll be forced because it's not my vacation. I can't have a rest. I'm just a problem, inconvenience.
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cannibalisticlove · 2 years ago
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maybe i deserved all the bad things that happened to me.
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babyspacebatclone · 2 years ago
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I am Wolverine in real life.
Just a billion times lamer.
First “apartment” out of college dorms was a room in a house with a bunch of strangers. I replaced my door knob with a front door lock because my mother isn’t paranoid, she just was an emergency room nurse.
(seriously, poor woman earned her terror of what would happen to her children)
Naturally, I locked myself out of my room once.
No biggie, climb in through the window! The slope of the driveway made this irrational enough that no one in their right mind would try, but definitely feasible for me!
So, the recipe including what I could scrounge up around the house was a lawn chair and five paving stones. This, understandably, took a few tries to find exactly what was needed.
I landed on one foot about the second of four attempts, ankle seemed fine (I’d had two sprained ankles by that point, two decades later it’s up to five, all related to either stairs or curbs).
After rolling into my bed, which was fortunately under the window (which was immediately locked for the remainder of my occupancy), and caught my breath, swallowed the tears…
And headed to my college for D&D.
My friends were - notably concerned when I gave someone my food card and asked them to buy me a sub, because I was back to crying.
The fact my foot wouldn’t go back into my boot after checking convinced them.
Me?
I promised I’d go to get it checked the next day.
There were about three guys in our greater friend circle (including scifi club membership) who could reliably be expected to take me (5’10” ciswoman who makes no bones about willingness to fight dirty) in a physical altercation.
My gaming group immediately began trying to figure out which of the three were on campus to haul me into a car.
The GM beat them to it - he informed me my Bard would get permanent Charisma damage if I stayed.
And, I mean, seriously, it was just my fourth metatarsal that got cracked, literally nothing the ER could do hit give me a walking cast and meds I didn’t take.
(Not my mom’s ER, thank goodness. It was embarrassing enough the one time I went in with her for a blood transfusion from the whole “not enough blood to reach my eyes so my vision was literally blacking out” chronic anemia incident and her playing with my transfusion machine to get us moving faster…)
By all rights, my body should look like Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas with all I’ve pulled on myself.
But beyond the sprains (too many to count over all joints), my total injuries are:
One broken bone
Two Facial Laceration requiring stitches (one incident)
Ignoring Uterine Bleeding for a year and a half past “reasonable concern” (and resulting damage to internal organs), but that’s on me
I believe I am the anti-injury Georg.
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mementomori143 · 1 month ago
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If only I would die with the fireworks this year
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youdontlookautistic · 2 months ago
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As both a late aged millennial, and an idiot, I'm really surprised I'm still alive.
I grew up on AOL, MSN, ICQ, and just accepted random risky shit to go meet some dude I didn't know. I got on when I was 13 in the kiddie pool of the internet where no one knew what the fuck was happening, it was the wild west, and you BETTER have that dancing baby, and the "under construction" gifs on your geocities.
Watching true crime about a girl who went to meet a dude she knew online and he killed her. The set up is just painfully relatable. Got some weird blurry photo? Looks good 👍 yeah you can come pick me up in your car from my house I'll give you the direct address for.
How am I still alive? Good lawd.
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dietpillsanddietcoke · 3 months ago
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seven-twenty-eight
Every July 28th
I turn another year older
And am dumbfounded as to
How in the world I got here.
Because the truth?
Is that I should be dead by now. 
All reason and logic points to that.
If life were ruled by reason
I’d have pressed down on that knife at age 10;
Or taken those pills at 15;
Not vomited them up at 18;
At 22, my body was flattened by the oncoming train.
If life were ruled by reason
I’d already be long gone.
I don’t know how, or why, I’ve managed to stay this long.
I don’t know if this is as good as it gets
(and truthfully, I’ve terrified it is)
But I’ll keep on living anyway.
Despite the heartbreak and memories,
Regardless of the fear and trembling.
No matter how often I’ve been hurt,
Or how many people have abused me.
No amount of trauma or tragedy can destroy me
So sure, I should be dead by now…
But I’ll keep on living anyway.
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starstruckgoateepuppy · 5 months ago
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ngl im so tired of life
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everwalldigan · 6 months ago
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My favourite thing ever is when Jason is drawn to resemble Bruce because I KNOWW his ass would HATE it😭😭
Dick: hey Jason you haven’t forgotten our meet u— oh my god are you ok?? What happened?
Jason *rocking back and forth on the floor with a traumatised look in his eyes, whispering in horror* someone mistook me for Bruce in the grocery store today.
Random kid at a charity event pointing at Jason standing grumpily in a corner: who’s that?
Bruce (smiling fondly): that’s my son Jason!
Random kid: he looks like you! :D
Jason: *leaves the room*
Bruce (running after him): jason, Jason they didn’t mean anything by it, Jason, you’re going to jump off a balcony just because of a child’s observation Jason?
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