2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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@clinical-thoughts
non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!
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staying up until 1am with your friends is like. wow we’re so fucking cool we’re so fucking badass we should go on a road trip or become famous or maybe hang out here forever because i dont wanna be anywhere that isnt with you guys im so full of love and joy and a live fast die young mentality. and staying up until 1am by yourself is like. for the third time this year i am genuinely contemplating suicide. good thing i dont have the executive function to clean up my room
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Instructions for Traveling West”
me: you literally have a disorder. this is symptoms
me: no perhaps my soul is rotten
I like to think I'm funny
And I hate him as I also grieve for him and the childhood he endured, which in turn he made me endure too.
I hate him as much as I hate being born of him.
I hate my father as much as I hate the reflection of him that I see in the mirror every morning.
Listening to my father give fatherly advice to yet another who he has 'taken under his wing' is always insane because how would be know what it's like to be a good father? The advice he doles out is advice he himself would never listen to or care to hear. He is father in name only, with the version in his mind so conflated with this baseless advice, he would not recognise true fatherhood even if it was screaming in front of him.
And what is this sorrow
That gnaws at my soul
Aching away
From its hole within my chest.
Is it a yearning for what could be?
Or the mourning for what I cannot have?
And I fear it's going to tear something out of us
While we watch it tear something out of her.
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. And yet it is no where near as hard as what she is going through.
And it's being the buoy they cling to in the night when the symptoms ravage their body and giving up your sleep to make sure they get theirs and letting the tears spill only when they can't see and having enough strength, enough faith, enough spirit for the both of you to make it through to the next day. It's pouring everything you have into everything you do so that their end is as kind as a new beginning.
