#im a dramatic hoe

[thefangirlingbarista]

me, purchasing my books for my classes this term:

im going to die im going to die i cant afford this im going to die im going to die when do my grants and loans kick in im going to die

[queerduvet]

i take back everything i said about druck being the superior remake

[dumbass-birb]

it me

[amyadamses]

post-endgame update: had to explain to the waiter at the restaurant why i’m in tears and why do i need a tequila right this moment

[jkats-kornerblog]

Can I just like have someone I completely trust and can confide in?

Please?

Or is that too much to ask..

[beef-pares]

hello yes,

i cried for like 15 mins today because i thought i broke my drawing tablet because no matter what i did the pen wouldnt register but it was working fine minutes ago. i was crying so hard my sister asked what happened and i told her and showed her the pen and as soon as that pen came into my line of sight i realized the lil fucker wasnt working because it was my mechanical pencil. i had never gone 100 to 0 quicker than that moment.

[is-emily-real]

heart lungs veins bones

I get to sit all alone

watching, waiting.

Everyone is together, talking

and laughing with everyone

else but me.

I feel my eyes start

to sting and my nose start

to run and I am reminded

of my primary feeling: loneliness.

They tell me my world will

expand in just a few months,

giving me new focal points

and new possibilities, but I

can’t convince myself of that now.

I get to carry this feeling

with me until someone

convinces me otherwise, this

label of unlovable because

you told me that’s what I am

every time you brought me to

the point of tears and

explained in so many words

that I was the reason you

felt as bad as you did.

I wanted to tell you that you

did the same as me but oh

so subtly and that every time you tore apart

my heart so you could fix it the next day,

you picked my bones clean as well.

Instead I apologized, offering

promises I would forget just

so you would put my lungs

back where they belong until I did

the next thing you told me not to.

Pity me! for it all was

my fault, but had you

accepted me for who I was,

terrible traits and all, your

anger might’ve seemed proportionate.

I’ll rip the veins from my

neck before they go crazy for

you again, and I’ll stop

my own heart before I

think of my lips touching yours.

My blood runs cold at

the mere thought of your

“love”.

[togetherwithmistakes]

why does your heart hurt when you miss home? Something inside just pulls and even though when you’re there it can be hell, or the memories aren’t all good - theres still a part of you that remembers the times you were young, and you knew you were happy