day old blues. @denisearev - Tumblr Blog

I feel like I’m drowning.

I’ve never wanted to end it more than I have in the last year or so.

Forgetting cutting to feel something I don’t want to feel anything anymore. Every day I wake up with a ball in my throat and every night I fall asleep the same way. I can’t catch my breath...every month I feel deeper and deeper in this hole and as I get older I feel like it’s getting harder to climb out

Honestly I’m so tired I don’t want to

Just let my life go to shit

And hopefully die early

And then that’s that

Adriana I miss you. God I miss you so fucking much. I don’t even know what to say. I just wanna talk to you. Missing you is like living with no air and it’s unfair. Me estoy ahogando. Te amo. Te extraño. I’m gunna do everything I can to be strong for you.

It’s been a while on here.

I haven’t spoken to you in two days and you seem ok with that. I’m sick of being the only one willing to fight for this. You gotta pull some of that weight. So til then, I guess...I’m talking to myself.

It’s really lonely.

I miss you.

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What she says: I’m fine

What she means: In Howl’s Moving Castle Sophie goes back in time and witnesses Howl making his original deal with Calcifer thus discovering the way to break Howl’s curse and before she leaves she tells Howl to find her in the future and if you recall to the beginning of the movie Howl saves Sophie from some highly questionable and rapey soldiers and tells her “there you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late, I’ve been looking everywhere for you” because he took what she told him as a child to heart and has been looking for her ever since and if that’s not the tightest shit ever I don’t know what is

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Remember when Carlton lost his virginity?

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people: wrinkles ugly :/

me, a connesiur of the arts:

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Who’s the best character?

michael b. jordan: me

lupita nyong’o: me

chadwick boseman:

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One of my players made me a dice necklace out of the dice he’s been using for months, as a thank you for putting up with him all these years, and I don’t have the heart to remind him that those were dice I loaned him that I kind of wanted back.

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On one hand, it’s pretty cool, but on the other hand, *Borat voice* My Dice.

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Everyone’s like, “Oh, they’re just cheap Chessex dice, dude. Calm down,” but you don’t understand. I have to buy like three fucking sets of dice a month because these little shitheads keep losing theirs and no way in hell am I trusting them with my Good Dice. I have a fanny pack full of dice that I wear to sessions because these fools suck so bad. I honestly think they’re eating them. I think they’re skipping them across lakes. I think they’re fucking tossing them at windows in the pouring rain to get their unrequited lover’s attention. I give these motherfuckers so many of my dice that they could hike the Appalachian Trail and leave dice behind like breadcrumbs. They probably pour buckets of my fucking dice under their tires like kitty litter to gain traction when they’re stuck in the snow. And I know they aren’t just keeping them because they’ll literally lose them mid-session. Like there’s a black hole under the coffee table. It’s an X-File at this point. It’s beyond an X-File. My dice are probably in The Black Lodge. My dice are in The goddamn Upside Down. They’re in The Uknown. They’re in the Additional Paranormal Pop Culture Reference, y'all.

Anyways, thanks for the necklace, Deac.