#not for likes

[lousydrawingsforgoodpeople]

[serxndiptyy]

ok so, i’ve seen a lot of writers trying to push readers into rebloging or liking or commenting on their posts, and i’d just like to take a moment to say that i don’t ever want anyone to feel pressured into doing anything they don’t want to on my blog, whether it be something as small as liking a post, or something bigger like following or interacting with me. i write because i want to and i think it’s fun, not because i need the validation of strangers on the internet. yes, it is nice when i see that someone has liked or rebloged one of my posts, but that doesn’t mean i’m gonna stop writing if no one does. yes, it does take time and effort to write something, but i willingly chose to put that time and effort into it, it absolutely does not fall onto anyone who reads my works to validate that. if anyone ever feels pressured into doing anything on blog, please let me know so i can change that. i want this blog to be a safe space for everyone, and i feel you can’t do that if people are pressured into things.

[soluniis-a2]

It’s valentine’s day and im still making my new blog i am a terrible person for being so slow.

that said, if anyone’s interested in something soft and sweet from any of my muses, send me an im and we can work something out. i’m here for all the feels and love today.

[millionaire-xxx]

For years I never could simply cry. You know one of those heart thumping, chest aching cries that give you a bad headache afterwards? I can never do that. I’m always having to hide bloodshot red eyes, brushing tears so fast off my fast it burns. I either always have to explain what’s wrong or family is around, I’m never alone long enough to just cry and talk to God. In fear of the deep sighs, side eyes, and phoney bs. But truth is I’m tired. Truth is Idc who see these tears now. I’m tired of being strong when I don’t have to be. I’m tired of always feeling apologetic whenever I’m not smiling and silly because that’s easier for everyone else to deal with. I deal with real shit just like the next person and I’m tired. Tired of struggling, tired of my family struggling.. I’m tired.

“Truth is I'm tired

Options are few

I’m trying to pray

But where are you?

I’m all churched out

Hurt and abused

I can’t fake

What’s left to do?

Truth is I'm weak

No strength to fight

No tears to cry

Even if I tried

But still my soul

Refuses to die

One touch-will change-my life...”

[imextraordin-ari]

I'm so sick of the crippling diarrhea, lack of motivation, apathy, and general emptiness. I sleep 4 hours or 14 hours. Nothing in between it feels like. I haven't eaten/been eating.

[autobiographie]

when I had to put my dog down by myself in that vet office

I didn't have anyone take pictures of me during one of the hardest days of my life. so why do you?

[omacronalpha]

I've only ever said any of this for myself.