i wish someone would think about me like this :'))
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i wish someone would think about me like this :'))
I'LL PROBABLY HAVE TO HANDLE THE GHOST TOUR WHILST TRYING TO WRITE MY 3RD YEAR ENGINEERING THESIS FUCK
act 2 of arcane is making me feel absolutely out of my mind lads... i keep randomly crying thinking about episode 6...
do yall also have that one show you binged at your worst and you dont remember anything from it but you can barely look at it because its an instant reminder of your mental state from when you first watched it
looking at dean and cas through romance tinted glasses is actually so overwhelming, because the concept of dean loving cas has so many layers. dean dreamt of a family life but ultimately always ran from it as to not hurt the ones he loved (like lisa and ben). yet he decided to keep cas around because cas must’ve felt so untouchable so unreachable that it was safe. it was safe to keep him close and love him without hurting them both. but then they kept losing each other. and dean called him family, but not in the way meant permanently leaving him behind to keep him safe. and dean isn’t oblivious, he knew how much cas did for him, how much he cared but after losing so many people, thinking he didn’t deserve to be saved, be loved how could he wrap his head around the idea. so by the time he realised how much they actually loved each other it was too late, tragedy was knocking at his door again and he had to watch the angel love him, save him and leave him
I scar easily, and I'm convinced I collect bruises every night I sleep
when I'm not too busy forgetting how to breathe
feeling too much or nothing at all
both end in desperate means to be or to leave
I have a house of burns on my side and in the back of my neck
It's a flame that lingers and I won't let it die
Music and pain never left me within the wreak time makes
They stick around no matter how badly my hands shake
When the smoke comes out my throat
and I can't ever say the right thing
and when the right thing is absolutely anything, I choke
because I need my dusty shelves and rusted doors
each knife inside my chest holds a history they caress
They build a cathedral of stories never told, young and old
So I can't leave, but I wish I could kill the roots cracking through my every floor
Downward spiral.
Lungs suddenly fill with unstable air, panic sets in. You can’t breathe but you’re forced to remain. You’re forced to remain when it’s so unsteady and the ground under you dissolves with each step. The harder you go, the harder you try the more push back you get. Every moment of every single day you lose more of yourself just to stay. It doesn’t get better with getting that house you’ve always wanted, it doesn’t get better with each drink you sip. It doesn’t get better after cigarettes, it doesn’t get better with therapy. You’re just given tools to try and heal the chemical balance in your brain to help you stay when that same chemical balance is fighting back for you to go. What a life to live, fighting to stay alive everyday with a smile on your face. Staying for the ones who love you yet it feels distant. It’s lonely, it’s so lonely. So you delete it, you start deleting all social media, you start losing yourself and who you were. It takes so much out of you each day you’ve to fight to keep part of you. You start to turn into someone you don’t know and have to train yourself to be other things because each time you lose a part of you it’s gone you don’t get it back. You start to turn cold, what once was so pure gets infested with the bad. But you stay, hallow and full of sadness, heart break, anger, dull, addictions, flash backs of then unhealed trauma that started as toddler, paranoia and fighting it off daily. Just to stay for the ones around you who don’t even give you the time of day. So why? For another smile you made with someone a month ago? Just to be left with myself again. To fight… so whats the point. I’m tired
omg ruth wilson’s hedda gabler is ✨unstable✨