self portrait
EXPECTATIONS
$LAYYYTER
𩵠avery cochrane š©µ
Misplaced Lens Cap
Claire Keane
macklin celebrini has autism
Aqua Utopiaļ½ęµ·ć®åŗć§čØę¶ćē“”ć
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
art blog(derogatory)
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
official daine visual archive

No title available
No title available
Not today Justin
todays bird
Fai_Ryy
hello vonnie
will byers stan first human second
Stranger Things

ā
seen from United States
seen from Mexico

seen from United States

seen from Türkiye

seen from Japan
seen from Chile

seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States

seen from United Arab Emirates

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States
@connedcohn
self portrait
no one is here to see this
Alone with the Distortion
Nikita Gill, from her book titled "Hekate: the Witch: Poems", published in 2025
i think the only life that's possible for me likely ends in suicide
People donāt understand how much of my life was shaped by expecting to die. I spent years not caring about anything because I didnāt think Iād be here. Now Iām behind on everything people my age figured out years ago. Itās hard to explain how exhausting it is to rebuild a life you never planned to keep.
Words from nettles by Ethel Cain
rich flu 2024
i just need to vent. i feel like iāll never have peace. even if i live separately, i still carry my parentsā problems like theyāre chained to me. theyāre both unemployed, relying on whoever can give them something, and iām here just trying to survive day by day as an artist, a photographer, a musician. iām barely making it but somehow i end up carrying their weight too.
i grew up in a violent household. typical āfilipino upbringingā where kids are expected to obey, endure, and keep quiet. i learned to absorb everything, and now it feels like iām still doing that even as an adult. my mom calls, she vents, and i listen, but it sinks into me like poison. i canāt switch it off.
iāve been diagnosed with major depression, maybe more than that. i had to stop my meds. sometimes when itās too much i smash things. it scares me, but i donāt know how else to release it.
i want to move farther away, start over, but i canāt. i keep thinking about them. and i keep thinking about my younger brother, heās only 16, still stuck in that house. iām scared heāll end up like me, carrying all this pain, repeating the same cycle.
this is also one of the reasons why my partner and i decided not to have kids. weāre putting a stop to this curse.
i know i deserve my own life. my own peace. my own freedom. and maybe if i find a way to break away, i can at least show my brother that itās possible.
i will not let this cycle define me.
So Iām guessing weāre all growing old with each other on tumblr.
thank you for letting me eat alone