when do you stop grieving for the life you thought you’d have? like, does that happen?

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
$LAYYYTER
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
One Nice Bug Per Day

Discoholic 🪩
todays bird

★

Kiana Khansmith
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

Love Begins
EXPECTATIONS

PR's Tumblrdome
The Bowery Presents
Today's Document
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
we're not kids anymore.
No title available
Xuebing Du

pixel skylines

Origami Around
seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye
seen from T1

seen from France
seen from Australia

seen from Türkiye
seen from Türkiye
seen from Venezuela

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Türkiye

seen from T1

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Albania

seen from Italy
seen from United States
@commanderboshtette
when do you stop grieving for the life you thought you’d have? like, does that happen?
why is it so hard for people to grasp that disabilities disable and chronic illnesses are chronic. yes even when it inconveniences you. yes even when your patience runs out
Wait, so you’re telling me not everyone is thinking constantly about how much of a failure they are, how they wish they could change their life completely, and how (no matter what) they will always be an outcast in any situation?
What a way to live.
Do you ever get the sense that no matter where you go or what you do...you are not welcome? You will constantly be *outside*. You'll always be clawing at the window of a warmly-lit house, watching everyone you love feast around a table full of sustenance while you're starving for a crumb. And when they see you, they give you this pitiful look. Half-guilt, half-disgust as they slowly close the blinds.
You will always be a monster.
i just want to be held until i stop hurting. i want to feel safe, loved and protected. being alive hurts so much..
I need what I can't have
i wish i wasn’t so disposable
mom can u come pick me up my brain is telling me no one wants me here
all i want is to go home, but i dont know where to find it
I don’t think I have a place that I belong
Alone in my room, wondering what went wrong.
I wish I wasn't traumatized at the young age because now I can't function like a normal human being. I'm scared of everything because I'm so scared of fucking things up. I don't want to be me anymore
thinking you're being overdramatic and paranoid over nothing only to be proven completely right is such a sickening feeling.
i’m so fucking tired of feeling wrong. i have felt wrong for my entire life.