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@its-almost-over
O my angel the last night you took me and I was with in your wigs as you let me fall back to earth. The fright was shocking and howling to the heart as my soul came back to me.
The next time I hope you don't let me fall as I would like to go into limbo by the silent of the night as the peace is with in my heart and the worry of the world is not on my mind. At piece I go to sleep, at piece I go with you on the other side.
I'm really a screw up, I can not be more of a mistake. "But that's just not true" bah .... I went on a ride to clean my head and I was repeatedly thinking "I just need to let go and the car would do the rest" but I didn't, why? I'm not afraid of death , just the pain before it, but I can't just leave my mother band father, I don't know what else can make me stay but it is getting difficult to stay for them, to have them day in and day out criticising me for every flaw and screw up....
Maybe one day I will do it or not , I don't know..
I really what to know who did this drawing... It makes me feel better.
I feel sad... Just sad for existing... Sad for the hate and sad for being so hateful... Why, why must my mind be full of this horror.
My mind it is divided, trying to see the other side... Why? Because I have to if not I'm a bad person.... WHAT IS A BAD PERSON? TELL ME NOT LIES OF THE NEW ERA. Please no more... I don't what to hurt anyone but please don't hurt me, I didn't speak... I don't know why you hate me but please... Stop.
No one wants to be told that your a mistake, for what? Double nationality? So that the people who are sharing your country hate you for the other you rarely visit? That I don't fit in? I KNOW I DON'T FIT IN! I am reminded every day... Please it's better to be just ignored than being reminded every day of how your not one of them or of anything.
Rule #1 when you see Hilda. Reblog her. Always.
Celebrating full sized women everywhere
Omg always relog.
she is so adorable and has such great expressions I sometimes forget she is a pin up girl
She is sexy as fuck.
THIS BODY IS SEXY AS FUCK.
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
*softly with feeling* she’s beautiful
This has to be Depression era WW2. She’s wearing bikinis made from flour sacks, which people made clothes from because they were shit poor and companies decided to put floral prints and colors on their bags to make those improvised clothes.
You also have to appreciate that she’s a hard worker, growing her own food, fixing her own plumbing and still retaining her femininity. That’s definitely a sign of the times.
There’s another post about Hilda I can’t find right now, but yeah, it’s spot on, she was popular during the war and was created to be more a “girl next door” type.
@blackteaandbones FOUND IT. This is the series we were goin’ on about on the way to Kingston.
what I love best about Hilda is that you can learn this about her personality just from a handful of moments with her and you can’t help but love her. She’s kind and indulgent and sweet and has a good sense of humor
I had never seen the one where she’s just slouched with one tiddy on the table and I have to say that’s the best Relatable Content ™ I’ve seen on this site in Quite A While.
High thoughts and low caring
I like Photoshop and I hate it at the same time. Look how beautiful this is, and the best part it isn't hurting anyone... Not your self-esteem, your culture and your ideas on live. Perhaps you don't like this one and you like to see the original ?
Both are beautiful. But you don't need to like it or hate it... Just keep going.
I like the song, but I don't believe in the title... Eternal youth? I don't think I felt my youth, and I'm in my 20's... I feel old I feel like I'm doing everything wrong...
me at 1am without fail
That's the stuff...
My first fanfic was a Naruto on aot...and it was a great way to close the door on realty and be just ok.
Okay, it's okay, I don't understand the world , I don't really I try to understand them but they get just angry and it doesn't matter in which side I ask, it's always wrong what I ask, but it's okay it's not important I'm not important it's better to be silent. I don't wanna be here, I just want to be in my room and read, just read and go to a world that actually has a happy ending, and just dream.
As nevermore will I hope to be happy... But I can mimic and be "happy" for the people who are my family, I can fake and lie to all so they can and will be Truly OK...
Is it hard to be ok? I mean really ok, so ok that that voice who judges every mistake you make just says "You did ok kid." How is it to be just ok, the good kind of ok and not the lie we tell. " Oh hi Y/n. How are you?" "Hey, I'm ok."
It is funny that we all know we're not OK, we lie and lie and lie until what? We give up? Of what? A teenage faze? a grudge ? or perhaps a trauma that you don't want to speak about it because you feel that it isn't important, that there are people who are suffering more and you feel guilty? It doesn't matter what they say, always feeling down always feeling like you're not important and that your pain and sadness isn't as bad as others are suffering and feeling.
In my head there are voices who tell me that reality is sad, that I don't deserve my luck...there are universes filled with stories that are weird, happy, terrifying anything that my heart desires but it's just a dream... there are demons that want to silence my pain and there are mirrors for just reflect how truly pathetic my thoughts are, how selfish, greedy and roten I am... there is confusion of the world how it works and why it works and why we are doing this to ourselves.
But it is just in my head right?... They can fix it.