#meantome

[theboredvoid]

Ohhhh look at me I'm @theboredvoid and I can only meow on anon meow meow meow meow nya

[sacrificialflowers]

her stomach twists in comical delight as she weaves through the dark corners of the building with the most valuable item in this dead museum of gems, curated by her dearest most hated father. she supposes that this has become a game to her, a winner - takes - all sort of mindset spliced into these violently juvenile acts of revenge. night turns to a flash of daylight with the flash of lightning illuminating the rain, & she breathes out an annoyed breath upon realizing some wannabe hero has stumbled upon her mischief. " who would you be. "

starter for @meantome .

[theboredvoid]

I'm a chud I'm a chud I'm a fat little chud

#meantome

GUARDS!!

[tntky]

Feeling so self conscious, starting to hate my body again and wanting to tear my skin apart.

Look at her! The the Hunchback of the town. With her bulges in the back. She doesn’t fit her 42 sized jeans anymore.

Look at this stupid old fuck asking « how old do you think I look? » when people been calling you ma’am since you were 16. Old. That’s how you look. Old enough to have kids but no one that’d stick around long enough to help you raise them.

You couldn’t either. You’re so wrecked inside it’s like a monster that’d create even more monster. I hope you’ll never get to give birth. Making this body as useless as your damn self.

Don’t cry. Don’t you dare run than shower and cry. You’re enough of a waste.

I don’t know why I’ve been hating myself so much lately. Idk who done this to me. I don’t remember if I used to be like this all the time or if it was this bad. But these thoughts written out loud above are really how I’ve been feeling lately. And I can’t chase them away. I can’t escape my own mind and sitting down with these thoughts to channel them seems impossible. It’s like a battle against myself that I can never win. I’d beat myself up if I could.

Why do I want to die so much? What’s with this will to disappear? What about the people that actually care and love me? I could never give them their love back. Not until I made peace with myself. A peace that was broken idk how to begin with …

Therapies could never heal me. Mirrors and positive self talk could never heal me. Music comforted me some nights but could never cure this sickness underneath my bones. Why am I so mean to myself ? I only got my own crouched back.

It’s that time of the year where I just want to push everyone away but I don’t want to face the load of questions of «  what’s going on where you’ve been »

I want to cut strings that feels sewed to my body.

I want to end it all.

[fadinglights]

"that's...  illegal."  eva  frowns  with  confusion  as  she  attempts  to  process  his  words,  her  arms  crossing  over  her  chest  as  she  evidently  struggles.  "you're  literally  describing  something  illegal." / @meantome

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @meantome! pt. 2 )

"you know you don't have to worry about me all the time, right? i mean... it's not that i don't appreciate what you do for me because i do–" and asami was always going to be sincere with her gratitude. "but i'm not as fragile or as soft as everyone thinks."

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @meantome! pt. 1 )

"i haven't gotten to just sit and chill like this in ages." andy sinks into his seat, all comfy against the plush pillows. "remind me again why i decided to dedicate my life to becoming an athlete?" and a vigilante but that fact remained a secret.

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— a starter for @meantome! »

julien prefers tennis. the rush of adrenaline, the ache in his muscles. the satisfaction of a full-bodied swing that sends the ball right to the line. plus, he simply looks cuter during tennis matches. but these days pickleball is rapidly growing in popularity. it's a sport that forces him to rewire his nerves and adjust even the smallest muscles. the same swing he's become notorious for on the courts turns into an immediate out for this game, and julien always plays to win. twirling the racquet in his hand, julien eyes his opponent's stance, their distance, the doubt in their eyes. in just a split-second, he serves the ball with a top-spin that forces his opponent to return with a lob. one more spike is all it takes to grab another point. he still prefers tennis, but this has its rewards, too.

"ten-two-one!" julien calls out after switching sides, winking in encouragement to his doubles partner. just before another serve, he smiles at jaemin and reassures, "we got this! watch out for their return, okay?"