That Interrupted Girl

"The little girl just could not sleep, Because her thoughts were way too deep, Her mind had gone out for a stroll, And fallen down the rabbit hole."

[sourapplerings]

february this year was one of the most depressing times in my life, and hearing i bet on losing dogs brings me back to the first day of february where i was drunk and alone at one in the morning. to me it feels like smelling something and being taken back to when i was a kid, only this takes me back to rock bottom. what be1tter way to cope with crushing loneliness than listening to mitski and a little bit of vent art?

i’ll be fine, life moves on. but jesus. sometimes life kicks you in the teeth man

[captzerp]

Day 26-broken

(These are thoughts echoed in my head when I cannot sleep based on things said to me throughout my life. I have PTSD. This was also done on a page where my markers bled through so turned something broken into art)

[supaalek]

Hit 6 months sober so here’s that comic I was talkin ab

[cassachino]

"Just Tired" (2025)

This is my illustration of struggles with chronic pain and gender dysphoria.

Supplies used: alcohol markers, white gel pen, and ink pen

[shivkisses-deactivated20260504]

self-destruct

[sibmakesart]

luckily there was a half bottle of cooking wine left in the fridge

[madmutts]

god I'm so cringe

[supaalek]

Born under punches (the heat goes on)

[wreegis]

thinkin about them…

[weepingnerdcreation]

well damn you don’t have to make me CRY

[sourvape-deactivated20251109]

I’m functioning. But like… in a haunted house kind of way.

[bbyglock]

i think we all just need to hear i love you’s and i miss you’s without needing to ask for it. whether it’s romantically or platonically.

[poetic-questions]

—Sylvia Plath, "Apprehensions"

[boysyaoiboys-deactivated2015071]

[hisuncontrollableanger]

me saying "well, it could've been worse" 2 months later knowing damn well I tried to off myself over it

[stfrancismp3-deactivated2024032]

“my material and social needs aren’t being met and all i got was this lousy cbt worksheet” t-shirt

[gaycommunist]

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty then to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do.

[oift-deactivated20200815]