#angry cries

[mikeandwillsweddingofficiant]

fuck my life bro my dad put a half hour time limit on tumblr *cries*

i’m only posting this bc i asked for 15 more minutes (which i can do infinitely apparently???)

so now i 100% need to learn how to use the website i can’t even figure out how to post on the website…

[mikeandwillsweddingofficiant]

Let it be known that you were part of the reason I finally sat down and watched stranger things. All that’s left is season five, wish me luck

oh. honey. don’t do that. dont do that to yourself. can say from experience. it’s a season. (except for sorcerer this isnt about you i love you)

[mikeandwillsweddingofficiant]

:((((

[drakrite]

no anon also because Fuck the Establishment i think you are a really chill and fun person and your raihan by far has the most thought put into him than what ive seen between now and when i first joined this particular rpc back when swsh just came out 👍

Anonymously tell me your honest opinion about me. I can't reply, just publish.

[elecmon]

👏👏 IT 👏👏 SURE 👏👏 WOULD 👏👏 BE 👏👏 NICE 👏👏 TO 👏👏 GET 👏👏 CALLED 👏👏 ABOUT 👏👏 A 👏👏 JOB 👏👏 ANY 👏👏 SECOND 👏👏 NOW 👏👏

[pamndora]

Remember what I said? Like a few hours ago? Yeah, guess who was late to her bus? That's right, it was me. Guess who started crying infront of the bus ticket guy who has nothing to do with the fact that the bus left two minutes before I got there? Das meee yeeeeh

[vampiretouch]

at times i get incredibly angry about jonghyuns whole existence 

[perilousthoughts-blog]

ANGRY CRIES

The first thing I feel is the heat of rage boil in the pit of my gut, willing me to sit and keep my mouth shut. Then it's the cascade of my disdain, digging a hellish rut, picking through memories for a highlighted final cut. A reel which plays on repeat in my head, surging the converging of violent instincts that want to be fed. I hear the beast inside me, saying what can't be said. I see it turn my grievance into the definition of dead.

I refuse to act on such thoughts, regardless of who it is taking shots. I just keep eating the emotion until it rots, ignoring the feeling of it rebel up my throat in knots. I'm no longer ashamed to show my tears, though I have been for many years. I was controlled by the weight of my fears, impaired and despaired because I was incapable of switching gears.

A reaction provoked by both truth and lies, where I decide what expression will rise. You may not know-- you may not realize, what it is you're seeing, as saline sorrow swells in my eyes. It's an overflow concealing the internal angry cries, caged by restraints of indescribable metaphysical size, just a breath from cutting all ties.

♀|} The Analyst