Just Listen Kiddo

this is just my blog for art and writing and venting. there's a guy named Roderick

[smol-mimi-blog]

Stab

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Tired

[beautiful-wildlife]

Three Timber Wolves by Cheryl Baxter

[hypedogs]

[existential-words]

I’ve spent my entire life pleasing others. Maybe I should just let myself be happy.

existential-words (via existential-words)

[only-cute-animals]

Keeping each other warm ❤️ @analiaottavi_

[smol-mimi-blog]

I don't want to be

[nekokamasu]

魚眼レンズで時雉2 #ぬこ部 #ぬこ #ねこ #猫#cat#catstagram #instacat

[stargazerinmoksha]

Dear mama,

I heard that you’re not doing well again. Do you favor music or sight seeing? When I don’t feel well… I listen to my favorite songs. Sometimes I go for a walk. I heard that your favorite color is green. Is it key lime pie green or dollar bill green? Green is the color of life– your tiny smile must be lively. I bet you use it to grow flowers. Did you know that a primary ingredient for growing things such as flowers, fruits and tiny babies is love? It’s abstract, but it works. The love you put into Alexandria helped me grow. You grew two whole roses with a simple smile. You don’t know me, but I love you. Stay sweet, okay? ♡

– Bunso

[thoughts-memories]

[thoughts-memories]

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

[dogiplier]

Stop scrolling. Read this. Remember this.

If you can’t take it from him, take it from a survivor like me. These are REAL words.

[perfectfeelings]

[rhiannonjonesv]

Neil Hilborn - “OCD” (Rustbelt 2013)

About a man with OCD describing his experience with love, trust me just watch it

[smol-mimi-blog]

"one coping method is to try and write your thoughts out. since you're really artistic some find their moods and turn it into art maybe you should try this as well" but i don't want this to be art. i want it all to be erased. letters upon letters. either way the good the bad and the ugly have taken over and formed my life into one i can't do anything about. but I lost. that's all i can say. i tried. I relapsed. i broke myself. he left. and that's the end. even one of the most caring people i know didn't see me fit to be loved and left and if that doesn't say anything about the rest of my life i don't know what does. even if i fix myself he won't return. ill never be loved. ill never be worth something. that's not a joke either. I'm literally unfit to be loved and maybe that's why I can never form a close friend. Maybe that's why nobody stays. but all I know is I never want to do this again. what's the point. literally everyone has left me and there's no one to blame but myself even fixing myself isn't good enough I'll never be a mother. I'll never get to try to love and form my own family. I'll never have that happiness. no one will be there and i knew this from the moment i was born but i still said yes to someone who tried their best to love me. im just not worth it. ill never be. i just wish it wasn't too late. but it is. and this is my life now. I pray god could give me another miracle but it seems like there's no more miracles for someone like me and that's fine. i bet it sounds so hypocritical to even say this but i don't know how to value my life. but I value a future with him and it's gone. i didn't care about my life the moment that the future I dreamed of was threatened because my life is the present is a mess. and now that mines done for good im only staying for the chance to at least be used sexually by him. then at least i could see him. after this there's no life anyway. that's not a suicide call. it's a realization. everyone's going to leave. Ill never be fit enough to be loved. everyday I'll be walking what I know as death anyway. even "fixed" to see life differently and living on. i failed. and i know god can use a failure. he can't use a quitter but he can always use a failure. but god can't erase this pain. or this realization. i know im toxic and even if i get better i was still toxic and lost what mattered the most to me. here's to the rest of my life of being alone. fixed or not. i lost.

[thexfiles]

suicidal people deserve a space to talk about their suicidal feelings without risking hospitalization/institutionalization or being accused of being manipulative or attention seeking