shit

vent for gutfukc

[thoughtkick]

“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”

— Unknown

[mamafox-deactivated20230426]

Me: -has a very intense praise kink-

Also me: -cannot comprehend compliments-

[unhappeningsuggestions]

tearing. tearing. tearing. tearing. you cannot stop. you will not stop. a river runs red. runs redder than red. redder than anything you have ever seen in your life, trails down your hands, his neck, your body. a tussle that never finished. thoughts broken off before they could begin. your teeth keep tearing. keep tearing. keep tearing.

[traaumaa]

[anxietyproblem]

[thepeacefulgarden]

[luthienne]

Adonis, from Selected Poems; “Celebrating Childhood” (tr. Khaled Mattawa)

[thebeautifulwordlist]

Solastalgia

Noun

[sol-las-stol-juh]

1. A form of homesickness one gets when one is still at home, but the environment is changed. 

Origin: Coined by Australian philosopher and researcher Glenn Albrecht of the roots Latin sōlācium (comfort) and Ancient Greek algia (pain).

“Solastalgia is when your endemic sense of place is being violated.”  – Glenn Albrecht, philosopher

[howling-suggestions]

Give me the throat of your god so i may taste divinity and infect them with the same sickness I've been swallowing down for decades.

[howling-suggestions]

The sins of man mirror the sins of god; for if we were made in his image then all our beauty and our flaws originated with him.

So we were all damned from the beginning huh

[pretty-ichor]

do you ever just think about how damaged you are? like wow i really am fucked in the head

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, The Book of Images

[dialtonegoth]

[howlsnteeth]

@shinx-pd; could i get a hellhound with blood and white feathers dripping from its maw saying “dont come near me or ill hurt you like i hurt them” please? thanks!

[tlirsgender]

I'm really not a very angry person there's just a lot of rage inside me

[tlirsgender]

There's something terrible boiling bubbling under my skin ready to burst out of my chest but I'm a chill guy

[catchawishing-star]

“…memory is strange. I cannot remember his face any longer. What I do recall are fragments in time: the crinkling of his eyes against the sunshine or when he smiled, the ghost of his unrestrained laughter … I am left with pieces of remembering though I loved him whole.”

— Cindy Pon, “The Crimson Cloak”

[greyismanga]

The type of slice of life i like to draw.