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i am harley 25 ??? - they/them

[saturdaysadness]

I’m just everyone’s third wheel and it honestly makes me wanna cry

[saturdaysadness]

TO THIS DAY

[saturdaysadness]

Just a few from yesterday because I was feeling cute

[saturdaysadness]

16 year old me could never know

[saturdaysadness]

It’s too late, apology not accepted.

[saturdaysadness]

Btw they won’t apologize and you won’t care

[saturdaysadness]

insecure girl who does confident things

[saturdaysadness]

18 year old me never knew lol

[saturdaysadness]

Girl breaks her own heart by making sure no one else does

[saturdaysadness]

Like it’s weird to think it’s so different but so the same ?

[saturdaysadness]

I’m 25 and I’ve had this tumblr since I was 12. Just know I’ve survived this long and I love you and this tumblr. It saved me. Genuinely. I miss 2013 tumblr but I was too young to love it the way I could at 25 :’)

[inkskinned]

these days when you close your eyes, what else do you want but to be loved in a warm and permanent way. the open soft hand, the lowered voice, the blanket around your shoulders. you want to be loved like hot chocolate, like spring flowers, like dawn. you want to go to sleep protected and wake up fully rested. you want the wounds in you to matter, you want someone who is patient around your scars.

how greedy. these days when you look around, how many little ways are you assaulted by the notion that it's wrong to need others. individualism! capitalism! bootstraps! every time you try to language it, you need to cover up your desire into a carefully-worded soundbite: of course no single person can fulfill every need and we must invest in communities and i must be responsible for my own mental health and

but the yawning in you doesn't understand logic or sound or reason. it only sees sundays, only sees what you do-not-have, only sees the look others share and that you so desire. sick with dread at it, sick at how it makes you want, how you yearn in no direction.

no matter how many people you take with you to bed, no matter how many hands touch the tattoo you share with your sibling, no matter how many times you kneel with your knees bleeding. always, the ache that never stops chewing, the desperate sick loneliness that never quite abates. it never stops humming, i need i need i need. you burn your inner child for warmth and scatter the ashes into your morning coffee.

so you shut up and you load your life like shotgun shells and you try to make yourself whole in the way that others are whole. you let your father's words spill out of your mouth. you make a quick joke rather than tear your heart open. you sing into the mic and go home with stars in your eyes. your life is beautiful and you're lucky! you have everything a person can need!

but it would be nice, is the thing. to have a love that feels like peace.

[moneybuydrugs]

yea well im possessed and its yours

[saturdaysadness]

Hey tumblr I’m still emo and just getting older

[heavensghost]

I took it too far like I always do

[heavensghost]

If you want people to love you they have to be able to trust you

[heavensghost]

I just want to see you, please

[lolthsword]

i just wish someone told me

[hel7l7]

I don’t wanna talk about it anymore

[memorypassage]

[weltenwellen]

yea

[anxeious]