The Humdrum @sopapillaymiel - Tumblr Blog

Im a little outside myself and also I feel again like a teenager

#waiting for my mom to come home #overwhelmed with emotion #scared and immobile #my brother and i in different rooms

just--space

Two Perseid meteors, Milky Way, and Andromeda.

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ripjonny

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mjalti

i really am sick of this “immigrant parent = martyr” stereotype when in reality, a healthy portion of these immigrant parents take out their frustrations on the children they don’t even fully nurture most of the time yet expect them to do an adults job without any form of thanks, no offense. like most immigrant parents that i know push their children to the emotional brink while not allowing them access to any sort of mental health professional or even validating to the child that YES THIS IS A SHITTY SITUATION UR IN IM SORRY it’s always about the parents & about the parents pain and about the parents lives and about the parents drama. about about about about everyone … except for the child/children who are expected to give up everything even things they don’t actually have, for the parents “honor” the family’s “honor” the “honor” of the people back home & it’s like …… enough with the single narrative. it seems like immigrant parents work hard but immigrant children are like gaslighted & manipulated for literally all of their lives & guilt tripped into situations long past healthy expiration dates

fukkce

nothing is worse than having to detach from someone who has seen all of you

no-pessure

Not too many things better than that scratch after you take your braids out.

#feel this on levels

hey. so tw:death, suicide.

I found out one of my residents died today. Its really sudden and there is a lot I am feeling but I am feeling guilty for feeling anything really. I cried. I dont know really what to do. I feel guilty like I should have done more even though there isnt even anything I could have done really. I dont know even how he died. I think maybe od or suicide. I am worried bc im thinking of how long it took to find him. Idk wow i have to focus on my hw which is even dumb too isnt it.

#tw suicide #tw death

timotaychalamet

The Get Down (TV Series 2016– )

#so #im having all these feelings #and i think i should start seeing someone again because i dont think im being able to process them #i just always need to be talking right now #and i feel like im taking up everyones time and making my friends do all this labor for me'#i think its really unfair #especially because ive been backing off on doing emotional labor #or ive been trying to back off #and im getting mad at all these people #for not relying on me enough #or not allowing me to rely on them enough #or not reaching out #or not being thoughtful #and i know this is just the worst #because im not doing it #im not being nice #or thoughtful #and anytime i do #i really record it #and expect immediate results/ follow ups #and im feeling really lonely right now #and for a while now #and i think first i just have to be happy with myself #and stop thinking so highly of myself #which i think i built up as a defense mechanism

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#ive been hiding under my blankets for a while now

Tfw you are queer af in a queering way but cant talk about romance using vocabulary of consent so you stay out of queer identified spaces so you dont take up space but then still have buried trauma about it

heyreebee

Reblog this burning sage to cleanse your life of negative people and vibes.

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Why am I compelled to write? Because the writing saves me from this complacency I fear. …Because the world I create in the writing compensates for what the real world does not give me. By writing I put order in the world, give it a handle so I can grasp it. I write because life does not appease my appetites and hunger. I write to record what others erase when I speak, to rewrite the stories others have miswritten about me, about you. To become more intimate with myself and you. …To dispel the myths that I am a mad prophet or a poor suffering soul. To convince myself that I am worthy and that what I have to say is not a pile of shit. …Finally I write because I’m scared of writing, but I’m more scared of not writing.

Gloria E. Anzaldúa, “Speaking in Tongues” (via theijeoma)