I’ll Go By Tea

26 y/o 🏳️‍🌈 with an affinity for drowning in fiction and melancholy

[kit00ily]

they match each others freak on a level that’s unheard of

[flawlesslovee]

[strokeofserenity]

[drowningtea]

Things are changing rapidly in a pace I am not prepared for.

[riiserrie]

the demons kept telling me to make this

the forbidden He would not fucking say that but wouldnt it be funny edition. i do what i want ☝🤓

[the-ankush-says-deactivated2023]

E. E SCOTT

[drowningtea]

I feel like all I do is take, take and take.

You tell me that all I do is give.

I know I can’t do both.

Which one is it?

[drowningtea]

Things are constantly changing

[hehearse]

[drowningtea]

For the first time in months I have lit those candles again. I’m sorry it took me so long.

[poetrydystopian]

"Cause your presence still lingers here

And it won't leave me alone"

[drowningtea]

It’s a progress to allow things you’ve loved back into your life without letting those drifting thoughts get the better of you.

[snakes-in-mirrors]

Behold the Creature of Darkness. 🦇

[drowningtea]

I found back to blue.

Wondering how long it will last.

[secondlina]

Check out my ongoing comic Crow Time. It has crows, and also neat pantheons of epic beasties.

[byzbi]

[i-devour-words]

I’ve always loved truly messy characters—not the kind where you can laugh it off or call it cute, but the ones who’ve really fucked up. The ones who’ve gone too far this time, with no turning back. There’s no charm to it, no soft excuses. It’s not about their looks or their quirks—just them, and the damage they cause.

Even when they try to make it right, you can feel it coming—how they’ll only make things worse. Because some people are like that. Trouble follows them. They’re the type who, no matter how much they try to run from it or deny it, are always in the middle of some mess. Not because they’re reckless, but because it’s written into their bones. Some people are just fated to stumble through life, one mistake leading to the next.

I love when characters show that side of humanity—the raw truth that, for some, life is a constant, inevitable wreck. Not in a heroic, tragic way, but in a way that makes you see something of yourself—the parts you try to bury deep, the chaos you hide behind a mask of control. Because deep down, we all have our messes,

and for those of us who can't get hold of ourselves, there are no apologies, no rewards.