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I got back into my tumblr ššš I missed you hellsite
how do people just get liked instantly. how do you do that
im young, broke, and stuck
im stuck between deciding to save for my future or enjoy my present
im stuck jumping from job to job because i know deep down ill never make it in life
im stuck pretending everything is okay but in reality im on the edge. and this cliff is starting to crumble
and im stuck, because sometimes i don't even admit that im on that cliff.
im young, dumb, and free
free from overbearing parents who only want whats best for me
free from having a path that i can follow if my footsteps never pave one
free, from the thoughts of success
im young dumb and lost
lost from the moment it all began
lost from the moment that i realized that my only coping mechanism is to dream of success, but never truly try to achieve it
lost from the moment where all i knew was to pack up and move
lost from the moment where in my mind nothing mattered anymore
im young, im lost, im free
im young
i just started and i already don't know how to continue.
i think people believe that near death experiences mean you come back better. when i died for only a minute, it destroyed my mental state so horribly that reality literally starts to bleed into what happened. every time i see a tree trunk laying flat in the woods, i can feel the splinters from where my poor sisters dragged my lifeless body over fallen trees and thorns. i cant be in cool lighting, it sends me straight back to waking up in that hospital. fully believed the bright lights i saw were the end. they said they used every smelling salt they could to try and bring me back from my state of shock. i didnāt smell that salts while awake but i swear i can feel the burn when i think about it enough. and then youāve made it through what should have been the worst part, but it wasnt. mom freezes and changes the subject when it gets mentioned, and she straight up breaks down. my dad decided i was an adult officially after the probation that followed. (yes i got charged for dying, dont underage drink in strict areas) my siblings call me brave and strong. grandma says the things you saw in that state were a sign from god, but you know it was something much worse. when you die, they say you see a flash of your life. all i saw was an empty field and a deer with human teeth. what does that say about me?
ive lied so much i cant seem to remember whats true
i dont wanna be trans right now. this is really scary man.
There are so many people living in me. in my head. in my heart. Haylee is who i was born as. Haylee is kind, loving, and naive. Haylee would risk herself for the sake of people who would never do the same for her. She didnāt mind. Haylee saw beauty in everything, and she believed the world was still good. Chase fully emerged somewhere around 7th grade. Chase is still kind, but with a thick cold shell. Heās loud, but he is so passionate about everything he screams about. Chase is my favorite. He is brave and mysterious, and he has no problem making friends. Blim is newer. Blim is messy, quiet and clumsy. Blim is much more mature than the other two. Blim is the adult. Right now, I am Blim. But I will always carry the others with me until they feel like making their next appearance.
jk im chase again lmao
i donāt know if you will ever really know how deeply i love you. thank you for letting me be soft.
youāre so beautiful. why do guys get eyelashes nine inches long. im in love with you.
āeveryone is in love with my boyfriendā i say, rocking back and forth in my padded room
There are so many people living in me. in my head. in my heart. Haylee is who i was born as. Haylee is kind, loving, and naive. Haylee would risk herself for the sake of people who would never do the same for her. She didnāt mind. Haylee saw beauty in everything, and she believed the world was still good. Chase fully emerged somewhere around 7th grade. Chase is still kind, but with a thick cold shell. Heās loud, but he is so passionate about everything he screams about. Chase is my favorite. He is brave and mysterious, and he has no problem making friends. Blim is newer. Blim is messy, quiet and clumsy. Blim is much more mature than the other two. Blim is the adult. Right now, I am Blim. But I will always carry the others with me until they feel like making their next appearance.
saw one of my posts screenshotted and put on twitter. it really sat with me because i realize that thousands of people read my words and found them good enough to at least acknowledge, and i canāt tell you how that feels. being autistic, i have a really hard time putting my thoughts and feelings into words, so writing them down is one of the best ways for me to share how i feel. i have grown to have a decent platform on multiple social media apps, which i believe is mostly due to the fact that im a conventionally attractive afab, but on tumblr i havenāt shown my face and people still engage. i genuinely thank every one of you for giving me a space to talk freely š
sometimes i am a child again, praying that god will fix me. sometimes i am 8 years old with my knees to my chest in my elementary schoolās bathroom crying because i know i am different. sometimes i am 12 again, in my first year of middle school, wondering why i must fight so hard to fit in when the people around me seem to have it figured out. every birthday is a reminder that i will never be normal, that every year that passed is just another year full of āyouāre just so weirdā and āhush, youāre being too loudā. once, after i got my diagnosis, i sat on my bedroom floor, hugging my stupid pokĆ©mon plushies and sobbing, because being unique can only get you so far. autism isnāt just a thing i can push aside and hide forever. autism shaped who i am. i talk too loud, i cry too easily, the things that bring me joy are ātoo weirdā. its so hard to be so full of love for the world when the world just sees you as an outsider.
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every part of me is borrowed. My fatherās rage, my motherās empathy, my first girlfriendās sense of adventure and wonder. My grandmotherās hope for the world. My little sisterās bravery. My boyfriendās sharp wit, the little girl from my preschool classās love of all living things. Iām not sure if anything is uniquely mine. When i was a kid i would sit and wonder if anyone was thinking the same thing as me at the same time, now I know that someone out there is. Maybe some find it sad to not be one of a kind, but i think itās beautiful. We all lean on each other, strangers or friends. The impact people leave on each other is beautiful. Strangers in the grocery store with pretty smiles, old ladies in the park feeding the birds and squirrels, a father seeing his baby for the first time. The world seems so ugly until you squint and pay closer attention.