#kinda venty

[tussai]

I feel like some of you don't see people who ID as endogenic as actual human beings with thoughts and feelings and an equal right to love and happiness, and it makes me physically ill and scared to be around you. If something as small as an identity label makes you think and act this way, you are not safe to be around. Not when your respect and love for other human beings is conditional.

[intrestrelatedusername]

I'm like a stray dog being house trained,

whenever someone comes over and gives me attention I get so excited;

thinking they're gonna stay forever

then when they leave, I feel abandoned. they weren't my owners. they weren't my caretakers, but I still feel hurt.

then I feel like I'm back in the woods, a feral dog who doesn't even know they want connection.

but I'm not, and I need to learn that

[manicstudios]

Morning update:

One of my classes got cancelled so im starting chapter 6 lets fucking get it

Also I got bodyshamed this morning that wasn't fun

anyways, see y'all next time!

[cutie-dragon-baby]

Soo I got fired from my new job… was too hard to manage everything and started getting sick from stress and missing work … I s rly embarrassed :(

But mama s not mad at me so that’s good.

S hard feeling lil all the time and like big stress give my body too much big feeling and lots a ouchie feelings. I tryd rly hard but couldn’t do

[pupcodyy]

i don’t have a good relationship with my irl older brother but i really wish i had a cool older brother that took care of me and tworded me when i was being stupid and played video games with me and stuff ☹️

[aciddsex]

I HATE MYSELF😹😹😹😹😹

[biddy-babowo]

Been having nightmares of my r2pist again soo,, Here's this

w/o text

[willoryn]

Lucifer comforting you when your anxiety is in full swing...

Too many thoughts are swirling around your head. None of them kind. Especially not towards yourself... this happens sometimes. And you know when it's happening. It starts off as a strange, empty feeling in the pit of your stomach. And it grows into a dread that consumes you. Like something bad has happened and you just don't know it yet. Like you did something wrong without realizing it. And the negative thoughts continue to flood in, spurring it on more and more until you are stuck in a spiral of hopelessness.

And it makes you feel small. So so small.

You lay in bed alone, unmotivated to do anything. The anxiety has mentally and emotionally drained you to the point where you dont want to bother with trying to do anything right now. It's not going to help. And you certainly weren't in the mood to be around other people. You don't have the energy to put on a brave face.

You hear the bedroom door open and close and footsteps approach you, but you don't make an effort to look up to see who it could be. You already know. The bed dips behind you as Lucifer kneels onto the mattress. His hand touches your arm and squeezes reassuringly. He doesn't need you to acknowledge him or say anything. He just wants you to know he's there. To know that he knows how you feel... he knows all too well what this is like. And it killed him to see you like this...

Lucifer lays down behind you and pulls your back against his chest. Spooning you while he buries his face in your hair... his hand finds yours and your fingers intertwine. He places slow, sweet little kisses to the back of your head... all the affection helps take you out of your mind, even for just a moment, and you manage a small smile. It doesn't completely make the horrible feeling in your chest go away. But it feels a little better to not be so alone. And you know Lucifer will stay beside you as long as you need... and if you wanted to be alone, he would respect that. But the two of you have been through this enough times that he knows you mostly just want someone to be there. Not to talk. Not to try and cheer you up. Just share their space and warmth with you. To be your anchor and your shield until this feeling passes.

And it always does. It always gets better. It will get better.