The World Is Quiet Here @bkwrmkai - Tumblr Blog

sorry i didn’t answer your message im consumed by a grief that never leaves me and everything feels pointless and agonizing, i have nothing funny or uplifting to say and have spent my days sitting in a dark room grappling with a deep seated emptiness i cannot explain or fill, i hope you’re doing well though talk soon

amithsyt-deactivated20260523

“you’re so quiet” thanks! i actually tried to speak twice but you kept talking over me

inkskinned

me, regardless of what i’m doing: i’d rather die

goth-queen

kristina100000

nice things will happen but first you have to lose all hope and die 45 times

segamascott

frankencain

plants that look like they're dying immediately after you forget to water them one (1) time but also recover immediately after you do are my best friends actually. very clear signals, hold no grudges, that's a relationship that works for me

ozth

what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

redstonedust

guy who is stuck in a timeloop but is too socially anxious to bring it up to anybody or change their routine just in case it turns out they're mistaken. like yeah you're pretty sure that it's been november 3rd for two weeks now but idk maybe that's the depression talking. it's fine.

i-am-a-fish

you're so pretty. like, you're absolutely gorgeous. have you thought about tidying your room slightly to temporarily but significantly increase your quality of life? you are so beautiful

homeboygirl

"it was in 2020" oh so like a year or so ago. a couple years. im sorry 5? did you just say five? five years ago ?

noccolibroccoli

So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize