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22- he/they- bisexual ช่างมัง • Fuck it Welcome to the shit show

[curlymedusa]

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

If we’re all pretending it’s 2016 does that mean I can start openly talking about Voltron again or is that too far-

[honkroo]

how am i still in the restaurant? it’s almost been two years

[seasons-in-hell]

Oskar Zwintscher

Grief (1898)

[honkroo]

i’m gonna do something stupid

[dionysian-mystery]

Are you becoming what you've always hated?

Isle of Dogs / Game of Thrones / Painting by Jenn Mazza / Unknown / Ancestral Memory by Hari Alluri / Unknown / Venetta Octavia / Emma Tranter / Unknown / Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo / @ machineryangel

[poetrydystopian]

"Very early in my life, it was too late."

[fandomsandfeminism]

Grief is so fucking wild. It sinks into your muscles, forces itself to be felt. It steals your appetite, floods your brain with cortisol. It makes you so, so tired.

If someone you know is grieving, telling them "just let me know what I can do" means nothing. They can't. They don't know. And the small things are too embarrassing to ask for.

Bring them a cheese platter. Pre-Cut fruit. Peanut butter pretzels. Protein shakes (like slimfast) Food that requires no prep and does not create dishes.

Do the dishes. Take out the trash. Sweep the floor. Vacuum the carpet. They won't ask you to do this, but it will help.

A bottle of acetaminophen honestly might help more than flowers. Grief really can cause muscle aches.

[onthelearningtongue]

denial

[starwarsgrl77]

A part of me is missing

[aleeexart]

Might just spam you guys with work from my Insta…heehee🪼🫧🌊

[wordfather]

cant wait to go home so i can go be horizontal. all this vertical stuff sucks

[xbuggyxboyx]

they need to invent a staying up late that doesn't make you get less sleep

[kosmogrl]

[small-bambi]

Harrison Wood Hsiang

[autistic-misery]

Fake It 'til You Break It 😭

[sir-simpsalot]

@/mymom @/mydad @/myteachers @/literallyeveryoneinmyirllifernexceptmyfriends

[honkroo]

i feel like i’m regressing so rapidly it’s scary like i’m decaying in front of my friends and they have yet to notice im never gonna be enough for anyone i am ao used to being tje least favorite sibling that it almost doesn’t hurt, i’m doing bad at work at keeping up with chores at doing anything i find interesting and fun and i don’t have time to fix it i feel so ugly and gross and unloveable the thoughts of never looking pretty never finding love of never being enough echo and rattle in my brain until it’s all i can see lining the walls and covering my eyes