[tf2heritageposts]

the fucking budget bill of hell passed the house that removes HRT from medicare, general medicare spending cuts, student financial aid cuts, and oh yeah lets the teump regime ignore court orders even harder and lets for even harder executive overreach. they did this shit at motherfucking 2 am so people wouldn’t notice too

it passed house like i said but still needs to pass senate.

tell your senators to invoke byrd rule which is a goddamn real thing apparently

call your goddamn senators i swear to god

and if you’re in DC there’s a protest going on as we speak

go do your civic duty you piece of shit

[tf2heritageposts]

he’ll cry and it’ll be all your fault for not calling and protesting

[1anonyymous1]

“For you, I would.”

[orpheuslament]

Song, Allen Ginsberg

[moonlitfairytale]

Natalie Wee, Least of all

[holyshitihatethis]

And here I am again. Like a dog with it's tail tucked between his legs. Head down. Ashamed.

But I'm not a dog. And you weren't my master. Or my owner.

I'm a whole soul in a being. Experiencing this world for the first time, in this flesh that I want to rip to pieces. A whole soul, or maybe some of. Just what's left. It doesn't feel like much.

And I know I'm not going to make sense but fuck, I want to go home, I'm not meant to be here. I don't know what I did, but I fucking repent. Is it bad to say that I want death to save me? Because being here feels like punishment, and I don't think I can keep paying for crimes I don't remember.

I'm not sorry for the fact that I no longer want to be. I'm exhausted. And i can't sleep. Not that it would matter anyway, not that it can fix what I mean.

I feel like I speak in riddles that only I can answer. I've got a faulty brain.

But to be fair, there isn't one thing about me that isn't faulty.. it doesn't actually make sense to me.

[holyshitihatethis]

I went somewhere else in my sleep last night.

I met my people. I met my soulmate.

They warned me I'd forget, and I promise that I wouldn't. I hope I don't forget.

I've never felt so much love. So loved.

I re-lived memories, probably from past lives. We laughed in the nostalgia. I hugged my soulmate goodbye and hoped to meet in this life. They saved me from the darkness, they saved me from not coming back. They saved me from vivid terror. They loved me in my entirety. They saved and loved my soul.

They told me I'd wake up and forget and I want to make sure I never forget.

[finndamrron]

Hayley Kiyoko lying on the floor with 3 other girls in matching lingerie while singing about how her ex still wants her is the Mood I’m tryna aim for in 2018

[holyshitihatethis]

Instead my bitch ass fell in love with a MAN knowing damn well he was gonna break heart, fuck outta here.

[holyshitihatethis]

It might be the end of an era.

No more crimsoncountess cringe.

No more forced edge.

It's ok. I appreciate the memories.

[holyshitihatethis]

Kinda wanna be single, kinda wanna be in a functional relationship where I am appreciated and the other person knows my worth and genuinely cares and shows that in order not to lose me, kinda wanna kill myself.

[holyshitihatethis]

Minus already being single, still a total vibe.

[holyshitihatethis]

Honestly feel so fucking empty. So fucking alone. So fucking worthless. So pathetic. Can’t help but wish I would’ve actually succeeded at something for once in my life the first time I tried to kill myself. I have literally nothing. I have literally no one. I’m in the most miserable relationship of my life, and I have no idea how to get out of it. But the thing isn’t even that I WANT to get out of it. It’s that it does nothing to benefit me. It brings me down. It makes me hate myself. So fucking much, oh mygod. It makes me hate myself and it me makes me miserable. And yet I still have the audacity to think I’m in love with this dude. What the fuck is wrong with me. Why is so much wrong with me..

[holyshitihatethis]

I really left.. i did it.

And then I went and did it again with someone else for longer....

Oh no.

[holyshitihatethis]

Them feels when you have *literally* no one and you feel like fucking dying and drowning yourself or walking in front of a car or something because all you can feel is fucking pain and you have no purpose and literally not one person would truly be affected because let’s face it, shit happens and people move on, and nothing really matters.

Three years later and nothing has changed except I feel more pathetic and worthless than I ever have in my life and I feel like I’m going fucking crazy.

I don’t know whether I want to kill myself, or move, or what. No one cares enough about me to treat me decently and after years I still can’t see a fucking reason as to why I should deal with this much bullshit and stay alive. I hope to any fucking greater being that when you die that’s it. No afterlife. No heaven. No limbo. No reincarnation. Nothing. I don’t want to exist. I don’t want to hurt. I don’t want to feel.

This is all such a fucking joke and I’m so over it. I just want to stop existing because it’s more than clear I will never be truly happy and my life is literally a fucking waste.

[holyshitihatethis]

Not much has changed but I sure wish I could hug younger me.

We both need it.

[holyshitihatethis]

Holy shit... I laughed so hard today I cried. And then I took it for granted, and wanted to kill myself.

I don't think I remember the last time I did the former...

[holyshitihatethis]

Debating being productive and going to sleep early and waking up early gor yoga

Or

A long night of writing and venting and ranting and letting all these bullshit feelings out and getting drunk and not giving a fuck about giving a fuck because i swear to god its like I managed to somehow swim to shore but still have water in my lungs and i cant keep fucking dealing with everything i have inside.

[holyshitihatethis]

Oh no, the struggle is back. Let's act surprised.

[hellsjournal]

“I want to do something. I want to not feel so fucking alone.. I want to pretend I’m not going insane and this silence isn’t making me want to put a noose around my neck, but i am and it is.. And I know that I won’t, but maybe I should, and I can’t take this much more. I know nothing im saying makes sense, but thats how my life is. Im tired of feeling so empty, but how do you make a feeling go away if it isn’t even a real feeling. how do you make nothingness disappear and go away. I don’t want to be here and I don’t want to think, but I can’t get myself up when these emotions are dragging me down. What the fuck are you supposed to do when you don’t know what the fuck to do..”

— (via satans-suicidal-slut)

[hellsjournal]

A letter to my words

The irony amuses me.

But I’m sorry.

I haven’t forgotten about you. I never do.

But

There’s moments where I lose you, and I don’t know what to do. I haven’t been myself.

But

Then again, who am I anyway?

Who have I ever been

And what will I ever be

When

I don’t even know how to be

How I am

I’m sorry that I’ve been distant

I’m sorry I let you think I forgot. I never do. Sometimes you just disappear and I can’t seem to find you.

And

I don’t really have the energy to search..

It’s not entirely my fault..

But

I’ll take the blame

I’m not responsible

But

I’m just really sorry

[holyshitihatethis]

I reached out. I asked for help. I was ignored. It's time to detach.

[zarathustra-would-be-proud]