SCHÖN FÜR DICH

she/her, very much queer Beware, I’m a depressed dramatic asshole. “Schön für dich” is german and means “good for you” and you can’t say this sentence without sounding like a arrogant b*tch. Which I somehow relate to. Don’t follow me if you’re easily triggered. Seriously don’t.

[bannock-and-biopolitics-deactiv]

A lot of adulthood is shouting “AUGH MY LAUNDRY” hours after you put it in the washer/dryer and running to go fetch it

[curlicuecal]

oh shit my laundry

[mishafletcher]

reblog to save someone’s laundry

[venom-fucker-deactivated2021050]

fuck

[schoen-fuerdich]

It’s been 7 years since my first suicide attempt.

My suicide would go to school by now.

[mushrumps-deactivated20190626]

Yeah I have disordered eating habits and a skewed self image but I don’t tolerate fat shaming

[dizzzydreamzz]

Louder for the people in the back.

[schoen-fuerdich]

I try to get my life together with university starting in 2 days.

I’m still wide awake (around 1am where I live) and kinda hungry because I forgot to eat today.

[hackedhearts-deactivated2024111]

I just think it would be fun to fake my own death, move to Europe, and become a mysterious and reclusive bookshop owner.

[xaxtonx]

[princesskuragina]

I want to write. I have ideas. I open document. I type four of the worst sentences ever created in the english language. I daydream the rest of the scene. I close document.

[anxietyfroggo]

There has been a British voice in my head saying " bit sad innit" for the past week.

[dongoverlord]

sometimes I get so jealous of other people’s social skills. like damn. they can talk to people?? and people like them?? look at all those people who like them. wtf. illegal

[avaylaxx]

The Dark Night of the Soul

The mysteries of the unknown.

So we seek.

So we wander.

So we venture.

Spinning in circles.

The circles spin me around.

The circles spin within the circles,

they form reckless devoid geometric shapes.

Delusion?

Trapped in this emotional confusion.

Lines blur; intertwine.

Darkness rises.

Bare trees sway.

The winter doesn’t want to go away.

In this madness we suffocate,

struggling to breathe in our own despair.

Delightful tunes of sadness like a record player cycle in our head.

An apocalyptic dread makes us feel that we are better off dead.

Oh sweet, sweet darkness.

Why do you hum in our ears?

Faintly you speak now.

Now you speak louder until I hear

your deafening scream.

I hear my name.

Looking around now?

No one here.

Delusional.

I must be delusional.

A spectre appears before me?

Tall, stretched and frail.

Shadows echo as dusk returns.

I must be insane?

[equius]

Why do you even care about trans women? You're not even one of them.

[the-memedaddy]

meirl

[yousaveeveryonebutwhosavesyou]

[queerlysad]

[studentlifeproblems]

[nott-your-ttype-deactivated2020]

if u can make me laugh, you winning

[funnyjoke]