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memories of an american punk | vent account 🍉

[marypickfords]

Lake Mungo (Joel Anderson, 2008)

[kumkaniudaku]

And then you can’t even say shit about bc people start trying to put you in a jacket and shit. Like omg it’s so strict???

[daddystinygirll]

the traumatized urge to over explain things so that i'm not misunderstood

[rabbittongues]

(repost, accidentally deleted the first one)

[unstablemotions]

trauma survivors will be like "that was horrible what i went through, i'd wish it never happened and that i could just forget about it" and then deliberately seek out ways to relive that horrific trauma through triggering themselves

(yes, this is a callout post for myself)

[adventures-in-therapy]

[muttgirl]

i thought i’d be in a completely different place right now

[whoigor]

[stargazers-satellite]

softness is a privilege that some take for granted.

kink/porn/sexually centered blogs please stop interacting with this post. your content is triggering and I don't want my art posted alongside it

[simonn0el]

I Hope The Guilt Eats You Alive

[dying-weeds]

[artificialbabey]

[m-o-r-t-i-s]

[ailingautist]

The hardest part about growing up depressed is that you sort of convince yourself to keep going by telling yourself, "It'll get better someday."

Then suddenly it's 5, or 10, or even 15 years later, and you're the same depressed, hopeless wreck that you were as a child, and suddenly, "Someday" seems impossibly far away.

How long before that platitude outlives its usefulness? How long am I expected to continue on before it's finally okay to admit that it never will really get better, and to make my decisions accordingly?

In some ways, life did get a little better, but in a lot of ways, it's become even worse. I have a few things to be grateful for, and that makes this overbearing despondency even harder to cope with.

Frankly, I don't want to live the rest of my life (God, another 50+ years??) like this. I am tired. I am exhausted. I feel this weight down to my bones. I dont want to die, exactly. I have some things to live for. But I don't want to live, either.

How does one cope with that? How do you continue on when this is the best life has managed to get? Is this just normal for me? Is this all it ever will be? If so, what's the point? Am I a bad person for thinking these things?

[imgoing2kms]

[craaashouttt]

poison tends to taste sweet

[rottenn-angel]