
Origami Around

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Peter Solarz
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Stranger Things
noise dept.
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Not today Justin
Monterey Bay Aquarium
DEAR READER

Kaledo Art

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One Nice Bug Per Day
i don't do bad sauce passes
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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It isn’t terribly awful, being lonely. But it gets to you. You can ignore the empty feeling behind your rib cage. You can ignore the blank yet somehow curious stares in your direction as you walk through the hallways. But there’s only so long that you can ignore the thoughts running through your head, gnawing at your skull in an attempt to break the ropes binding your mind. They fill your head, ticking, threatening to go off at any moment. You can’t talk, fearing that someone will hear you. You can’t write, fearing that someone will read your words. And you can’t do anything but let those thoughts swirl in your head, colorful and beautiful and dark and disfigured. They will eat you from the inside out and escape into thin air, leaving you battered and broken, without anyone to save you, to pluck your pretty words from the zephyr and fix you.
But no one is here. And no one will ever be here. Nothingness, and yet somehow a lack of it, is the reason for the angry red marks on your wrist. The lines showing the punishment you’ve taken upon yourself in the dingy lighting of your bathroom, and the pain you’ve undergone in order to release your suffering, if only for a moment. The coldness you’ve felt running through your veins, and escaping through your eyes, a salty ocean of sadness begging for release from inside you. Your muscles clenching as you relive each moment, every organ feeling as if it is about to wither and die. Anger and pain mix in an amalgamation tearing at your flesh to expose your soul for what it really is: broken, battered, and very, very alone.
☆*:.。. seoulrhythm’s inaugural tumblr giveaway .。.:*☆
THE PRIZES:
I’ll pick two winners and you’ll each get to pick a cat sweater with zipper mouth in whichever color you want ヽ(*⌒∇⌒*)ノ
except, lavender, sorry ;; any of the other colors are fine though!
you’ll also probably get an assortment of random sample-sized Korean beauty products because I have a lot that I need to get rid of (*ノωノ)
THE RULES:
must be following seoulrhythm
you can reblog as many times as you want, or like the post (both will enter you into the giveaway)
giveaway ends on sunday, april 7 at 11:59pm pacific standard time (if you don’t know what time that is in your timezone, use the converter to find out)
HAVE FUN~
vegasmo:
The only kind of marks you should ever leave on a dog.
I’ve reblogged this photo so many times & that’s my favorite comment on a photo in the history of the world.
i just dont wanna go to school or do anything
wrote this a while back
I really like your social ineptivity poem! I have aspergers so I can relate to it, and find a bit of humor in it. Do you have any disorders that cause your social ineptivity (I noticed you referred to it as a disease, so I wondered.) or are you just a bit awkward with no reason behind it?
Thanks! I'm just a bit awkward, with a side of anxiety about certain social situations :)