#hits hard

[moonlit-mysticgirl]

[sklajj]

something something about the parallels between grace and leon

[alskar-dig]

"I love you"

★☆☆☆☆

"If heaven is real, even if it's not real, no matter how beautiful it might be, I'm not so sure if I even want it anymore. I only need you by my side. If heaven doesn't have you there, that's not where I wanna be"

★★★★★★★★★

[lowkeloki]

[mydarkawaits]

it hit different when it comes to him idk why

[renvamevvv]

Do you guys think Suction Cup Man still has this lingering, tucked away part of him that still feels depressed?

Cuz, personally, depression is never something that goes away permanently. Especially being suicidal like he was.

Maybe he still has this part of him that repeats that old man's words. "Is it really my purpose? Have I fully understood myself?"

Maybe it even goes as far as to make him genuinely upset at times. Like, usually it would be just an afterthought, something that crosses your mind once a day and never usually stays there long, but maybe he finds himself sitting in one place, contemplating his life and what led him to be the way he is: to be Suction Cup Man.

Why does he like climbing? Well, for the sunsets, probably, but is that it? Surely not, he likes the climbing part too, cuz it's fuckin' funny! ... Is it, though? All it causes is destruction, nobody wants him around, he's a nuisance of sorts, he doesn't really know people except Bagel, a pigeon, and even it sometimes just... leaves to fly somewhere else. Would people actually like him? Is he worthy of love?

So many awful thoughts dancing around his mind while his grasp on the handle of his suction cups get tighter, and his eyes slowly unfocus while he drowns in the familiar voices of despair...

...and then he snaps out of it, puts on a big smile and parachutes off his building to continue his climbing adventures.

Would he mask? I dunno, maybe he does.

[saddbitchposts]

The loneliness is starting to creep in. I really shouldn’t say creep because it’s starting to grow a voice and become very LOUD. I’ve been celibate for almost 2 years. My heart broken at the last encounter. I have no one that I’ve dated and as of the last year, I don’t bother to talk to anyone either. I’m content most days, but the past few months have been rough. What I’m seeing though, is the difference between me being single now and me being single before, is the fact that I’m not open to letting anyone play with my heart or waste my time. I don’t know everything I want but I do know I want love, care, trust, effort, intention, connection. Perhaps all this time I have allowed nonsense to occur, to keep from feeling this emptiness. The necklace of anxiety that’s both choking me and its pendant of worry weighs heavily on my chest. I’m up late right now because I can’t sleep. Because I’m afraid to sleep. Why? Idk. I’ve been afraid of going to sleep for going on a year now. No reason, just had a panic attack a few times before bed and now I don’t sleep unless my body forces me to. Perhaps sex used to keep that away. Or maybe talking on the phone and falling asleep to the faces I loved. Or maybe the comforting thought of someone loving me all day- even if it was a lie, I could wake up to that again.

I’m not really sure. But I do know that, when I was engaging with people it brought me so much pain. But the last few heartbreaks fucked me up mentally. Like, it took something from me. And I don’t know how much I have left to take so I’m just trying to avoid it. But I’d be a fucking liar if I didn’t say that I am lonely and I wish I had love and I wish I had someone to care for me. And that is a small part of my truth. Honestly.