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20-something Rest here for a while.

[sub4t0m1c]

I think I've gotten to the point where I'm starting to want to give up on trying in general. I am going to be signing out and deleting tumblr for a little bit. It's not tumblr doing this. It's me. I have slowly been getting further and further into this place I am at now for the last few months, I just decided to ignore it. Not responding to a lot of the stuff I get was because of that. I can't do the ignoring anymore. So I am going to go touch grass, read, spend time with family, and just get away. Maybe get a new hobby. Take care of yourselves or else... *think about something scary that can be done to you*. I'll be gone for a good time, not a long time. Do something that makes you happy and spend time with people you love and care about. You matter and deserve to be happy.

All the love I can possibly give you,

Sub4t0m1c ♡

[sub4t0m1c]

When I kiss your lips your mouth is like a cotton candy sky I can never get enough of

The tingling of Pop Rocks invades my senses First my lips Then my mouth Then my entire being

I close my eyes and see fireworks bloom one after the other the instant we touch

Your hands wander Like they know the way Because they do

The scent of fireplace smoke and petrichor wafts through the air

A chill follows your hands up my spine

My hands burning with curiosity Tracing every scar and texture Singeing into my memory tucked away for a later time

Your scent invades me Musk mixed with something I can't pinpoint It's so distinctly you

The night settles around us much the same Our breathing outpacing the tick of the clock The sounds of the crickets and frogs welcoming the moon

The world falling into place next to you

@sub4t0m1c

Photo credit:JONATHAN MUELLER

[sub4t0m1c]

There is a comfort in the darkness

A sense of the unknown

So there then is a comfort in death

An eternal darkness

[sub4t0m1c]

I grew up believing love is real because that is what we're told as children. But now that I am grown. That is the worst lie they make us believe.

sub4t0m1c

[sub4t0m1c]

In our solar system hundreds of moons exist. What makes ours so special?

Maybe it is the fact that we can see it so it holds a deeper place in our hearts. Being able to see something brings on a sense of connection.

Maybe it's because it pulls the waves and the tides that make sounds that put us at ease. Maybe that from hundreds of thousands of miles away it settles us into the most peaceful slumber. Allowing us to let go of the world's hardships.

Maybe it's because it slows our rotation quietly shaping time itself. Just like when we stare up at it. Time slows.

Maybe that's the thing that makes it so special. That without it trying, it just sort of makes life how it is. It makes life better just by being there.

sub4t0m1c 16 December 2025

[sub4t0m1c]

okay bye-bye for i dont know how long.

[sub4t0m1c]

how many times can you give up a piece of yourself before there's nothing left?

[sub4t0m1c]

-Has anyone ever tried to touch more than your body?

~Once. Or so I thought. Someone helped me feel like myself. They answered every question my mind could create. And I was so happy. I couldn't believe that sort of happiness existed. I let them in even more. Let them explore everything that was me. As soon as I did... they left. Because I was stupid. Because I didn't want to believe what that little voice was telling me. That all my worth comes from my body and not my mind. That, that's where all my value lies. So I should just keep quiet and learn to live in a world where that is how it will be.

12/08/2025

sub4t0m1c

[sub4t0m1c]

I am not a nonchalant person. I am the least nonchalant person. Not just for things in my life but for things in others' lives too. I want to cheer you on and be happy for the exciting events in your life and show my support for you. Show you that I am proud and you should be too. I am viewed as too much and overboard. And it hurts because when I want to cheer and clap and congratulate you. I tone it down because that's what I think I should do to keep you close.

[horrorland-net]

[seabeck]

OId road

[lascitasdelashoras]

Karel Otto Hrubý - Praga, 1951

[classycookiexo]

[cyberxbattalion]

[forevertheillist]

I’m god - XVII

[bleechgothbaby]

[xanaxfarts]

Theodoros Angelopoulos: ‘Landscape in the Mist’ (1988)