bliss lane
No title available
we're not kids anymore.
Origami Around
oozey mess
blake kathryn
Xuebing Du
No title available
taylor price
#extradirty
Today's Document
EXPECTATIONS
Misplaced Lens Cap
Not today Justin
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
Show & Tell
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Jules of Nature
The Stonewall Inn
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from United States
seen from Lithuania
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Chile
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Japan
seen from Malaysia
seen from Malaysia
@suicideroomboy
Got invited to a trans night out. Wasn't expecting to find myself being molested. Don’t think I’ll be going to any others. I could still feel their hands all over me this morning. I’d just like someone who loves and respects me, not someone who think’s I’m a hot piece of ass just to be picked up and put down whenever they like
TW: sexual assault
Most of the time it’s okay. I forget about it, ignore the learned behaviours it’s inflicted in my life. Then there are times where all I can think of is how I find it hard to trust, anxiety running wild in my brain. All I feel is broken. I’m damaged and how could anyone accept that? I was a school girl then, and now I’m becoming a man. It was difficult to talk about it before, but now, now I feel more isolated. I don’t know how to deal with it as a man, not that I knew before, but it feels like I’ve opened myself up to a world where I will be told it can’t happen to men. I know statistically I’m not alone, but I feel very alone.
I don’t know what I want to ask, just for someone to say/do anything that might help. I’m feeling far to overwhelmed. Between my BPD and my disphoria I just want to give up. I know I’m a boy but it seems to hurt so much to try and be that. People ask me so many questions that I end up not wanting to deal with any of it and just finding a quick way to die. I feel horrible, and disgusting and incomplete. I just want everything to stop.
I really wish I could kill myself
#delete #feelings #life #quotes #sadness #shot #sure #lovetrue #love
everythingfadedaway
I don’t want to talk I don’t want to be here I don’t want to breathe
People ask why I don’t let anyone in, why I’m so cold and act like a bitch and I just laugh it of and tell them “why not?”
But the truth is, I’m so scared to end up broken again, because I don’t know if I can get up again if I fall down one more time.
I’m tired of feeling sad and broken, I’m tired of feeling like I’m drowning.
I just want to breath and feel the oxygen spreading in my body, smile without having to force it, laugh because I’m feeling happy and not to distract everyone from the tears I’m fighting.
I’m sorry being honest with me was so fucking hard for you.
10:49am you lied from the beginning. (via mindless-midnight)
So after thinking my girlfriend and I had sorted things out, apparently a 2 month break means you can stop loving someone. Well if it takes you 2 months to stop loving someone then I’m sorry but that wasn’t love, and thank you very much for adding yourself to the list of people who always lie to me.
dissociation is scary but it doesn’t feel that way
