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i swear to god one day i’ll tear my rib cage open and i promise i’ll never feel this empty again

i swear to god one day i’ll make a promise i can keep

i’m trying so hard to be better and to let myself be imperfect but my eyes sting and i can’t i can’t i can’t (i don’t want to, anyway)

everything i’ve become is just bits of people i’m close to and i’m sorry i just consume without giving back

lithiumcarbonated

this isn’t a break up letter, it’s up to interpretation

i don’t even know if i believe you, i hope you’re lying. i’ll write this letter half asleep past midnight with my mother yelling me to go sleep, (it’s late, you have to wake up tomorrow and do nothing again.)

i’m a puzzle. the ones that are so hard to figure out you end up putting all the pieces together in whichever order and then you realize you never liked the picture in the first place.

i’m not even pretty enough to make the wait worth it. sorry, this line is saturated, call again later.

you know i’ve been writing a lot these past days and i’ve noticed i always say the words ‘they don’t understand’ i don’t know if it’s just me being egocentric or maybe i am really that hard to understand it kind of happened with me too, you have to wait. wait for it to get better, wait for my comfort, adapt yourself to me so badly i’ll poison you with my love and i’ll leave you as empty as i am. i can’t let this happen to you, okay. we’ll call each other and breakdown together and pretend it’s fine as the strings grow thinner; we all know strings break, i thought they’d last a bit longer.

we’re all better off. mostly i’m better off and i’ll listen to my heart telling me to stop being a fuck up and just go on with this because it’s not as bad and you’ll make it true one day even if the timing’s never right. my head is another story. nothing’s going to change and even if it does it will take forever. i know how bad waiting can kill and i’m not letting anyone go through that. it’s better like this i’m better off you’re better off we’re better off and even if we aren’t i’m the selfish asshole and i’ll do whatever i want. i’ve lived with myself long enough to know that even if the most perfect opportunity arrived it wouldn’t help (and it did and it’s here and i can’t have it and it kills me)

i need something for myself at least once. stability, fatality, a beginning, the closed ending, the love i crave and suck up like a black hole and leave you empty and abandoned while i’m full of your vital energy and you’ll never feel again but i’ll have everything. the good and the bad. i’ll have you all to myself and leave you with nothing but maybe memories that won’t let you sleep at night.

it’s okay though, i take the blame this time.

downwiththefuckingship

for the hundred thousandth time

okay so i’m beginning to believe i was born asleep and still haven’t woken up, or still caught in a day dream where my name is the answer to all your security questions. okay. a thousand years of wondering and all i can come up with is that you fell in love with me at a picnic in my imagination. the lemonade we always talk about swimming in sugar and tiny handmade sandwiches from my kitchen, your favorite, extra pickle. don’t forget about the pickles. of course the clouds march in stomping out the sunshine, of course. it was dark and there was lightning so much lightning. don’t be scared just now darling don’t be scared. in the middle of the night we only talk about your version of the story. how i’d ask you to stay, asking you to tell me what’s real asking you with my hands asking you with maps, a country called please listen to me, you should know by now that it is an island too far to sail to according to you. i know i know, who dared name an ocean lonely when all the ships are sinking. we can go back we can turn around where the sky is the gentlest shade lavender, we can go back and have a conversation that has never happened before. when everything is the color of day old bruises i won’t let you down. i promise when i get home i will count every freckle every one. when i get home can we open one of those mason jars full of fresh air because i can’t breathe. i remember that day, although i pretend it was more recent than it was. you were there in a swell of green grass in a dress that makes me blush, and there i was blushing. i’m not sure how i made it out alive, skipping the part in the song where you, long gone come busting through a doorway, through the well air conditioned living room and and across the kitchen tile, to the refrigerator where just like in elementary school, my fourth grade heart wrote all your favorite things on flash cards in the blackest magic marker so i could memorize the things that made you happiest. and you turning around in slow motion to see my face, or where my face should be, the only expression i can make anymore, realizing that you realized that i only ever wanted to be something that made you happy. suddenly you’re tired, and i’m tired too, goodnight goodnight, i’m falling asleep because it’s the only thing that doesn’t burn. i’m falling asleep to go back again. everything glitches and i’m underneath your perfect teeth. you say “I would never hurt you” and i say “just like that?” and the layer starts over again, always back to the moment i asked you in my bravest of voices if i could hold your hand. you probably don’t remember that moment, or maybe you do but don’t particularly share the same sentiment over its importance. you see, i’m always fine until the part where i have to say it out loud, and then time stops. i have always wanted to tell you that something happened inside me that night and now i’m not the same me as i was before. so if you ever cross a bridge. if you ever get my voicemail, if you need me, i’ll be sketching up the dramatic parts in my head and they’ll happen just the way i imagined just you wait you wait. the last scene the very last one, the bottom layer, knee deep in mud knee deep in i told you so, you say “i would never hurt you” and instead of saying “just like that” i reach up to kiss you and the room evaporates. so if you want lemonade and bedtime stories, if i can make a believer out of you, if you want bucketfuls of november if you want grace if you want the courage it takes to ask for grace, you’re over the train tracks you’re almost home you’re almost there. what else can you say besides “okay pumpkin okay sweetheart, in my head everything was beautiful, the doorway now filled with people who send you birthday cards saying welcome back welcome home we’ve missed you, hello. hello. the time spent waiting, chorus of rain, i only invited you over so we could make perfect sense. i only gave my hands away because you didn’t want them anymore. and days later a man with a shark tooth necklace asked if i was okay and i lost it i just lost it. all the little red bricks with their little names carved into them, how they don’t feel comfortable under your feet, how there were hundreds of flowers but somehow we took a picture of the same one the very same one, and how we can’t talk about things like that anymore, how i was sitting on a bench and i didn’t hear you call my name, shaking hands on accident with your parents hello sir hello mam, your daughter is my favorite ghost.

prideprejudce

“you think you’re the one who gets to kill me?” fghjvkfkkd

drinkpisspissblood

Trying to match this energy

humanity-shines

I’m here for women summoning the Wrath of Goddesses to terrify asshole men

#BAHAHAHAHAHAHA #my energy honestly

paperfury-deactivated20260224

Girls don’t want boys. Girls want to glide down ladders in their own private library while their red cloak flutters behind them, owning swords and many chocolates, with fast WiFi at all times.

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me: hmm what happens if i forcibly bend this thing

thing: *breaks*

me:

susiephone

every oracle in greek tragedies like

I mean, yeah

You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

captain-acab

You decide it’s best to find out what you can about this person. Cautiously, you approach his desk. He’s a handsome man, tall, but with a disarming smile. How could such a friendly guy with such cute, dorky glasses be dangerous?

You extend your hand. “I noticed you’re new here. What’s your name?”

He shakes your hand warmly. His gaze is piercing, as if he’s looking right through you. “The name’s Clark,” he says. “So, how long have you worked for the Daily Planet?”

misscrazyfangirl321

This one wins.

janothar

It’s been a few weeks, and one of Clark’s friends shows up. She’s pretty and all, enough muscle that she must work out. First thought would be that she should be maybe a 6.

Clark’s introducing her around. “This is my good friend, Diana, she’s in from out of town.”

You blink, and take a step back in fear. You’ve never seen an 11 before.

radioactivepeasant

IT GOT BETTER

#shit this is great

catastrofe

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No one can hide from my sight

gruncle-sam

Tactical visor activated

#the fucking overwatch references

waspalisades

all of leia’s Looks, ranked from perfect to perfect

classic. unmatched. perfectly iconic. femininity without being flashy and paired with flat-soled boots so she can MOVE. rosy cheeks and red lips but not ones that try too hard. 10/10

BRAID CROWN!! comfortable and flattering–even the heels arent impractically designed but theyre SILVER so u know its a Statement Outfit. 11/10

H A I R . S PA CE J E WE LRY . SUBTLE SHIMMER OF A SOLID GREY ENSEMBLE. sheer perfection, peak general Lewks. 12/10

no human being has a right to pull off a camouflage poncho but here she is doing it!! must be those skywalker genes. 13/10

skipping this one

matching her rouge and lip to the dress but its just effortless. waist SNATCHED and pleated vest works somehow??? the circle braid symbolizes my love for leia: ENDLESS 14/10

100% butch realness out here lookin like ur frontierswoman aunt abt to teach u how to drive stick shift and introduce u to her goats. iquonicc 15/10

classic hair with a Twist for the modren era. professional af and a perfect blue w/ the collar details, OOH BABY 16/10

this is the I Am Giving You Orders outfit and made me gay 17/10

this is the I Am Rescuing You outfit and it made me even gayer when she took the helmet off 18/10

absolute nature dryad fairy royalty surrounded by tiny furry dudes. this is the state of being i hope to transcend to in the afterlife 19/10

captainlordauditor

yeah but the one u skipped is the one where she strangles jabba the hutt. leia strangling jabba the hutt is 20/10

waspalisades

the metaphorical resonance of strangling a bloated, gross ass monster who made her wear a bikini is indeed v powerful but i feel like the Look is more her expression and the chain in hand than the outfit by itself

captainlordauditor

ya know what? that is absolutely true.

#a good post #im not crying ur crying #i love her so much

sixpenceee

Have you ever found yourself wondering what the food from animated movies would taste like? Well, this lady from Japan has and she took matters into her own hands.

Instagram user En93kitchen creates meals from animated Studio Ghibli Films such as “Kiki’s Delivery Service” or “My Neighbor Totoro” and they look delicious! From here

#oh my god!!!#amazing

quotemadness

You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

Catherynne M. Valente (via quotemadness)

#ouch #if this isnt me #writing

roxilalonde-deactivated20251105

as a gay person i’m very lucky to live in this century because given that millennials are the gayest generation on record, my chances of getting a girlfriend have, historically, never been higher

roxilalonde-deactivated20251105

someone just tagged this #AND YET and i know i’m the op but mood

#lmao mood #where are all the cute girls at that want to luv me