#mostly depression

[angel-archivist]

People watching me draw the same pose for the 500th time like: are you winning son 

[nohysterlcs]

@orhabit said: ❝ I WONDER WHAT YOU'RE REALLY SCARED OF… NOT BULLETS, OR BLOOD, OR BROKEN BONES… ❞ / but this time from habit lol...

most recent injury dredges up a sputtered cough that tastes like iron, or acid. he had thought about throwing up, but somewhere between blacking out, all he’d managed was a ragged heaving of his ribs. but there are so many things broken, and any venom he had is subdued by now. stupidly, he takes inventory; flexes what he can of his hand, nauseated when only a few fingers twitch. he isn’t dead yet, but he’d been been given the terms up-front.

“i-i’m sorry. am i supposed to make this easier for you?” he strains this through his aching teeth, can manage a small leer upward. “you’re all about... the fucking games, man. y-you figure it out.” and his voice breaks. and again, he tries not to look at the thing behind the camera. he tries not to look at evan’s face, at habitnotevanhabitnotevanmonsternotevan. but he knows that, like he knows left and right, and his phone number. like he knows evan’s favourite movies and his takeout orders and that he’d been the player two to evan’s player one since they were ten. don’t fucking cry. he doesn’t ultimately succeed in this endeavour, keeps forehead pressed to the blood-slicked floorboards like it will ground him. why didn’t you pay attention? why didn't you put it together?

eyelids flutter back down; it’s easier to pretend he’s just angry, even though he has nothing left here. just this stupid fucking room. this stupid yellow chair. this insanity-this absence of logic-this empty look behind his best friend’s eyes. and you’re scared of this. you’re scared that evan’s in there somewhere slamming fists to all the doors, you’re scared that he sees out all the windows. you’re scared because there’s nothing evan’s ever lost a fight to. and this? this is probably the last time you’ll see him. he looks up once more under lashes and blur and bites out something that tastes like defeat; “let me talk to him. please.”

[tcohs-messenger]

I’m actually really not doing too well right now (probably because I need to get my meds refilled ugh) so I didn’t get as much done as I hoped to today. I’ll try to get back on the writing train tomorrow- thanks for the support~ ***

[d-sd577]

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Tell these idiots that one day they’re going to be celebrating ten years of marriage before they’re even 35

I dare you

The short one would not believe you

[all-the-good-stuff-was-taken]

I just cant wait to go far away from here.

[thepastelpeach]

a little life update from ya girl peach

so im moving real soon(feels more like being kicked out but i digress) and am going to be staying with my grandparents until my brother and i can find a place together. im trying to get some commissions done(they really started pilling up before san japan) before i start packing, since i dont wanna worry bout work in the midst of another big life change, but i have until the end of this month to be on my way. just thought id let yall know the kind of shit im dealing with in my life atm

[kylowrehn]

I know you're supposed to go through the 5 stages of grief and be done with it but for 3 months now, I've been cycling through denial, anger, and depression and I don't think that's how it's supposed to go at all