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@ghastlyawakenedthoughts
the feminine urge to isolate myself from the world and cry until i throw up
Let’s sit on a rooftop at 2am and talk about life
emptiness is back
i’m sorry i’ve not been online much. i guess i could say things have been getting bad again. it’s just slowly increased for the past month, but at the same time it’s as though it never really left. inside of me it’s as though something is actually sinking and pulling me further and further down. i feel so hopeless, tired and fed up of things and i just want it stop. all i want is happiness and to not feel this way.
Your existence is incredibly important, my love. You were born for a reason, your life has purpose. If you do not believe me, consider this: If you are good at writing, your writing is meant to help and inspire others, even if it is not seen by many. If you are good at talking, your speeches are meant to give people hope, even if they are not heard by many. If you are good at drawing, your works are meant to open someone's eyes, even if they are not admired by many. You were born with a gift that is unique to you, darling. But that gift's worth is not measured by how many people appreciate it. Your purpose is to bring a little sunshine into the lives of others and even if you do not agree with that right now, I promise you that your existence brings light to so many.
gentle reminder
stop scrolling for a second, please
breathe in
breathe out
and remember that all your troubles will eventually pass
things will be okay
wear a different perfume when you commit murder fuckin amateurs
also wear shoes that aren’t your actual size and use gloves if you have to touch anything
what the hell is this here? A how-to-commit-the-perfect-crime??
Wear a wig. Contact lenses . Change your accent . Change Hand when writing . Layer up to make you look big if your small n vice versa . Contour the hell outta your face.
Get your car interior thoroughly washed, then purposely dirty it up again.
Also use an icicle for the weapon because it melts away Buy a ticket to a show and tell as many people / post it on social media that u went to the show
Y'all suspect af😂
*adds 363,462 more people to list of that I will fuck never with*
Make sure you set up a solid alibi Pay for everything in cash
Or, for those of you who’ve read Roald Dahl’s Lamb to the Slaughter, feed the murder weapon to the police
Bodies should be buried vertically, not horizontally, to avoid the appearance of a grave. If you choose to dismember the body instead of bury it whole don’t forget to take a lighter or bottle of lye to the fingertips until charred or melted away, and use bleach on every surface that may have come in contact with blood splatter.
Also, don’t fucking brag about it later Jesus wept.
all this info is good for writing
but for actual real life, no one on tumblr has enough energy to get out of bed
ain’t no body on this website is gonna murder anyone
Make friends with a pig farmer. A full grown nursing sow can eat an entire human body, bones and all, in about 6 hours.
Shit that last one is more helpful than I wanted it to be, I’ll never look at pigs the same
Reblogging for *educational* purposes :)
This post is legendary and I’m so glad I found it. I love all the advice. Except the icicle. That’s technically impossible. Use a disposable knife instead and break the handle.
use a glass knife with wooden handle for ultimate wounding. its gonna leave a severe fucking wound and u can burn the wood and melt down the glass if it doesnt shatter inside the victim.
Thomas what did i tell you about making suspiious posts?
I love learning.
IT’S ON MY DASH I REPEAT IT’S ON MY DASH.
ON MY DASH
Also bury the body deeper than six feet, so it can’t be washed up or smelled by hounds. Yes, that may mean you dig a 12 foot deep grave. Guess what? Murder is work.
Murder is work kids.
Too much work
I love this thread so much
who ever would’ve thought tumblr could provide such educational techniques
i miss the feeling
it was as big as gravity, a feeling that kept me grounding instead of floating off elsewhere. it made me alive even if tho it wasn’t all that healthy and actually ruined me - destroying me into pieces. it made me happy, ecstatic and loved but it also made me so anxious and fill up w self hatred.
y did u do this to me?
u took away all feeling from me. i even felt a shift in my body. i told myself “maybe if i wash my hands then it will be ok” “i’ll just avoid having any contact with handles and the feeling will come back” “if i clean my room everything will go back to how it was”. i’ve been experiencing these types of thoughts for nearly a year now and in some ways it’s completely messed me up. i cant go a school morning without washing my hands three times, touching every side of my mirror 15 times, then 3 more times of 3 and doing everything in a correct order. and in a way if that was just it i guess i’d be dealing with it more easily.
but no
it keeps getting worse and it fills up my day. i feel so alone. like nobody understands why i feel the need to do these things because i’m afraid something bad will happen. it’s so draining worrying about all sorts and everyday i just wish i could go a day of feeling relaxed. i’m so tired of it.
stop
it’s just an intrusive thought.
it will pass.
you are safe <3
the year is 1347. my husband just died from “the plague” and i’m moving in with my female “companion” in a secluded mansion in the european country. we have no kids and two dogs and we seem unusually close. i call her my wife but historians call her my best friend. little does everyone know, she’s both.
things to do instead of self harm:
1) cry - just let everything out.
2) listen to music - depending on what music you prefer it affects your perception of the world.
3) keep moving - go for a walk, run, or just moving around the house.
4) do anything to distract yourself - have a hot / cold shower, wash the dishes, tidy up, read etc.
5) either write down or talk about your feelings - what helps me is sometimes i record myself talking and ranting then afterwards i delete it. i end up feeling more refreshed and relaxed
feel free to message me whenever !
stay strong <3
me to other people: every emotion you feel is valid! you can express any emotion you want as long as you arent hurting anyone!!
me to me: uhm no you shouldnt express any emotion except happiness bc if you express any negative feelings youre being abusive !!!! youre so
manipulative!!! just keep your feelings to yourself until you explode
To the person reading this, I hope tonight treats you gently, and that tomorrow looks brighter.
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
— F.Scott Fitzgerald (via minuty)
i think crying actually
has some beauty in it.
it’s a physical form of an
emotion.
whether it’s tears of
sadness, joy, anxiety,
excitement or confusion,
you can see those feelings
simply through a pair of eyes.
those feelings, spreading
through your arms, legs, chest.
constantly - like a clock.