I feel like if tumblr found my song it would be game over
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@peachvomitt
I feel like if tumblr found my song it would be game over
You are a speck of dust on a wandering globe
No politician nor saviour, killer or queen, will make any difference to this tiny place you call home.
There’s gonna be a time when you’re gone, when we are all gone.
Not one thing will be on file, film or record when this inevitable war of sun and earth collides.
You yourself right now are sat here reading this and every moment that passes does not inherently matter.
Every page you turn is one step closer to fading into what we only know as death, where you will be absolutely unaware of your whole past life.
Now think to yourself, how does that make you feel?
Will you live freely knowing that not one god damn thing you do will matter, and will you abuse that power?
Or will you live in fear and sadness? Knowing not one god damn thing you do has any point or meaning in the scheme of what we label as time
In simplistic terms, do you view this meaninglessness of your state of mind and awareness, as a glass half empty or half full?
Someone once told me to think of the people I lose, like the scabs that fall off my arms
✧*̥˚it is apart of your healing *̥˚✧
I can’t remember who told me this
I am borderline
I am half black half white
Half on the edge of the abyss
Wandering chaotically on a cliff edge
I’m on a high ready to crash
I am borderline
My brain is an amusement park
Up and down with giggles and screams
I rattle when I walk
With sweets that alter my state of mind
I am borderline
I am not a bad person
I am hurting
I am in crisis
I am in search of myself
What would you do in a world...
With no mirrors, no photos no way to know,
How you look superficially,
what on the surface you show.
If I tell you you’re pretty
you cannot disagree
For there are no mirrors
There’s no way to see
You ask, what colour are my two eyes?
You have no way of knowing
if my words are lies
In a world with no mirrors
we could soon tell
Who are the liars
and who wants to cause hell
Every night
PLZ LISTEN TO MY COVER I PROMISE ITLL HIT DIFFERENT
Effects of severe self harm that aren’t really mentioned:
-Numbness in heavy scarred areas due to nerve damage
-Bad pins and needles(especially if on arms)
-Bright purple scars due to damaged blood flow
It’s addictive. It’ll get worse. Ask for help before it progresses
Looking like an e girl tik toker who fakes mental illness but is actually severely unwell and has been for a very very long time and literally is on the verge of a really aloof breakdown cuz of my psychosis but no one takes me seriously because I look like like the classic “fat coloured hair bitch with piercings who lies about it” meme…
…is my life.
I’m literally so fucking unwell I might just have to dye my hair brown, take out my piercings, and dress more “normal” for people to maybe think, oh wait, she’s NOT doing this for aesthetic. She’s ACTUALLY going to die if we don’t help
Homesick but I have a home