Lost lyrics

Venting blog

[fairycosmos]

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

[dead-core]

i just need to have more rules for myself. more rules and limits. surely that will help me

[5altwaterfall]

and punishments. more punishments. surely that will help

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

sorry to be a broken record every month but christ menstruation is a stupid concept. oooooh excuse me for not getting pregnant, why the fuck is there goo falling out of me about it? grow the fuck up and reabsorb that shit for nutrients.

[scramratz]

I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon

[the-sacred-now]

I feel like a lot of people engaging in torture are not treating their victims as if they could have blood borne pathogens 🤔

[the-sacred-now]

Is what my wife said apropo of nothing as we were silently drifting off to sleep

[the-sacred-now]

Uh oh

Is what she said when I immediately reached for my phone and opened Tumblr instead of responding

[the-sacred-now]

@everything-you-feel-is-real I know by tumblr tradition that I'm to say "impossible, my posts never blow up like that," or "please don't do this to me."

But I feel in my bones that you are right. If this is to be my wife's moment of glory, I am willing to suffer notification overload, that the world may know she is funny. #MyFunnyWife

[ominous-signs]

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[furiousgoldfish]

me looking at any potential conflict: well if I sacrificed my needs, wants, my well being, my energy, time, happiness, freedom, and some of my human rights, this conflict is completely avoidable and thus it is my only acceptable course of action :)

[girlzoid]

i dont "struggle" with isolation, i'm actually soooooo super fucking good at it

[speakingspirals]

i hate talking about my problems.

feels like i'm forcing them to care about me.

it's so embarrassing.

[traumatizeddfox]

i remember at the beginning of my healing journey with trauma, i wanted to make it my entire personality, i wore my trauma like jewelry. i think i wanted to feel validated. i would sometimes purposely (and still do) trigger myself to make sure I’m still traumatized. i had a deep fear that maybe i was just trying to fit in or that maybe i was lying. but then years went on and i sit sometimes and realize its all i have, and sometimes god i wish i was faking this bullshit because i’m so tired of the trauma™️

[website-com]

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[furiousgoldfish]

me looking at any potential conflict: well if I sacrificed my needs, wants, my well being, my energy, time, happiness, freedom, and some of my human rights, this conflict is completely avoidable and thus it is my only acceptable course of action :)

[ikealanterns-deactivated2020112]

pleeeeeaaaaase don’t make fun of people for being overenthusiastic about their interests. if you see someone getting really excited about something and you think it’s a good idea to ruin their fun (and don’t think people don’t notice your eye rolls and side glances) you’re an asshole

[website-com]

you never know what someone is going through. for instance i didnt know i was going through anything until about 2 years later. i thought i was just chilling

[worldheritagepostorganization]

World Heritage Post

[whump-in-the-closet]

“They did that to you? And you let them?”

“You think I had a say in how I was fucking tortured?”

[screenshotsofdespair]

[survivingthehorrors]

I am my father’s daughter.

Except… I’m not.

I’m not cruel.

I’m not reactionary.

I’m not unfair. Or unwilling.

I’m not scary. I’m not angry.

I’m not the werewolf in my dreams. The one that lurks, and preys, and waits until I let my guard down to eat away at me.

I don’t demand people’s fear because I’m too afraid I won’t earn their respect.

I have empathy. I have emotional intelligence.

I’m not my father’s daughter.

No. Not at all. Not even a little bit.

Except…I think that maybe I am.

I think about that time when I made a girl cry in middle school because she made me feel small.

Or the time I called my landlord a cunt because she made me feel weak.

How many times have I taken someone’s power

to stop feeling powerless?

I think I am my father’s daughter.

I think he’s in every part of myself that I hate.

I think that maybe he was his father’s son.

I think he’s tried and failed to cope with his monster.

I think I’m destined to repeat the cycle.

But fuck destiny. I’ll create my own.

I’ll scratch and claw away at the monster he's made me until it learns to fear me.

I’ll eat that monster down to its bones.

I’ll swallow it whole.

I am my father’s daughter.

But I’m trying not to be.

[lyrics-vent]

Feeling violated in that very specific way you only feel when forced to tell the truth against your will.