Just got my hair cut and dyed
I don't like how I look anymore
Maybe because it's black and I haven't had dark hair in a few years? It just looks bad to me
I think it's because I hate my face and my face doesn't fit the hair

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@lynyx34
Just got my hair cut and dyed
I don't like how I look anymore
Maybe because it's black and I haven't had dark hair in a few years? It just looks bad to me
I think it's because I hate my face and my face doesn't fit the hair
Why are you so bunny?
Buhhhh idk I'm just a bunny
> Friend says character is hot
> Looks inside
> Unattractive character with hot fan art
YOU DON'T FIND THE CHARACTER HOT YOU FIND THE FAN ART HOT
none pizza with left beef
It should be a rule of Tumblr to always reblog none pizza with left beef
ive missed you
turns into a tiny bunny mid conversation so you can't yell at me annnnny more
threres bunnys in the notes
The notes, as I imagine them
I know someone who would relate to this
Preposterous
An analogy I came up with a while ago
If you break a vase, and you glue it back together, it's not fixed.
It's still broken, just pieces stuck together.
If that vase keeps breaking over and over, eventually it will get to a point it can't be fixed anymore.
There will be too many cracks and it will be too fragile.
It seems like people see me and go "Oh wow what a pretty vase"
They have their fun with me. Displaying me, admiring me, showing me love.
But then they break me.
Then they throw me to the ground and shatter me.
I become broken.
I try to glue myself back together but it's not the same.
I expect the next person who comes around and starts to admire my beauty to be careful with me, but they end up breaking me too.
I don't want to keep being broken. I don't want to get to a point where I can't be whole again.
I just want someone who will love and care for me, and not betray me and ruin my sense of trust and comfort in the people I love.
I don't understand why people look at me and want to break me. Is it because I'm too nice? Is it because I'm forgiving? Is it because you know that if you shatter me I'll eventually forgive you?
I try to be the best person I can for my partner, but they decide I'm not good enough, throw me to the ground, and buy a new vase.
They choose to break me, rather than just leaving me alone and buying a new vase.
Why do you break me? Why do you choose to do the worst possible course of action in a relationship? It's better to break up with someone then get with someone else the day of, rather than cheat on them.
What is wrong with you to cause so much anguish in someone and destroy their sense of trust so willingly?
P.S., if your partner is constantly worried about you cheating on them, they're probably cheating on you.
It's not a hunch or anything it's a genuine thing in relationships.
Talk to them or just break up with them because that is a red flag.
I just wish I saw it sooner.
Thinking about the shit I had to put up with and the shit they said to me makes my heart hurt so badly.
I feel like I should be mad at them but I can't bring myself to hate them.
They don't deserve hate, they deserve love and forgiveness, but as much as I say that I just want to fucking yell at them.
It's just because deep down I'm irreparably hurt and the best thing my brain can think to do with these emotions is to push them down and act like they don't exist.
But when I actually think about them it hurts a lot.
I'm glad we're friends again and I'm glad we're ok, but god, that shit hurts.
Finally getting back to work on my D&D race, and I have a few ideas for new ones I want to make too.
I've had so much motivation to work on my D&D stuff again because I'm starting a campaign soon with some friends and I'm super excited.
I could post the race here if anyone wants me to.
they're both idiots but that's okay. we like them like this
a short animation I made for a college project. source is here
Recovering from some minor surgery rn
Not fun to be in pain constantly
I'm ok though
I miss having someone to give my affection to and talk to but I don't miss feeling like I have to constantly walk on eggshells around them and worry constantly about shit
And I especially don't miss getting cheated on
Also unrelated to my last post but holy FUCK this break up has been so fucking amazing bro.
I've been focused on self improvement and self care and I feel so amazing about myself.
I don't hold hatred towards my ex anymore tbh I've just learned to move on.
I will be honest though I miss the story we wrote together because that was really fun and I was super proud of it.
It's ok though because eventually I'll do something with my characters I got in the divorce (or not they might fall into the abyss with the others) and I've mostly been focusing on my D&D characters lore anyway so yah :3
I want to grab a cute girls titties rn... (And vice versa)
One part of me REALLY wants me to kill myself while the other part of me is convincing the other why I shouldn't (they're winning and I hate it)
Need myself a cute nerdy girl who can ramble about her hyperfixations while we cuddle together
The constant stress and anxiety my parents put me under on a daily basis is making me either wanna punch something or cry
I just realized my parents are the #1 source of my misery
I can't wait for the day I can finally move out and be rid of them and this constant anxiety and depression