#vent tbh

[seouldayz]

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[sh4rkguts]

Pinterest makes me suffer. Like, how can I live without the giant isopod phone holder? Or the shark bag? I want dorsal fin ices in my drink.

[honeybearaster]

WE'RE ALREADY GOOD ENOUGH

[candied-peach]

i am so, so, sooooo tired of having seizures :(

also i am even more tired of sunlight through the trees triggering them! let me enjoy nature from a car!

[icantstopthebleeeding]

some days start quiet and soft. i wake up without dragging myself through mud. i fix my bed, brush my teeth, eat something warm. i smile at strangers, respond to messages, maybe even laugh at something dumb and real. and for a moment i think, this is it. i’ve made it out. i’m okay now. but it always finds me when i’m not expecting it. when the light outside fades a little. when everything’s finally still. when i sit with myself and realize i’ve run out of distractions. it starts as a feeling i can’t name. not a sadness, not yet. just a tightening in my chest. a stillness in my body, like it’s bracing for something it remembers and i don’t.

and then it begins. the crying. sudden, sharp, endless. like a storm i didn’t see coming. i cry like something terrible just happened, but nothing did. nothing happened. everything was good. and that’s the part that hurts the most. how do you grieve something you can’t name? how do you hold pain that doesn’t seem to belong to anything? i think maybe my body remembers things my mind has forgotten. or maybe it never forgot. it just buried it deep, to protect me, until now. and maybe crying like this, with no story behind it, is my body trying to unbury itself. maybe it’s finally safe enough to feel what i couldn’t before.

so i let it. i don’t try to make sense of it. i don’t ask it to stop. i just let it rise, let it break over me, let it pass like rain through soil. because sometimes the healing comes like this. not in clarity. not in answers. but in tears that make no sense, on days that seemed good, in rooms that felt quiet, in bodies that remember more than we know.

[klowncoreish]

Sometimes stuffed animals just listen better, they don’t judge you, and sometimes they give some good advice; or even a shoulder to cry on

Over the years stuffed animals have been there more than my own family, friends, and others. I know they’re not “real”, yet they’re as real as me in my heart

It’s okay, or I hope it’ll be. I love you monkey + monkey jr, mini and Mr chonkers, rawr, broom broom, purr, sweetpea, treestar, skittles, plop, snoozer, friend triceratops, Dino Dino, all of you I love you. Thank you for being here with me, even through thick n thin

I know you guys won’t forget me

[reptil-enjoyer]

Something about being demiromantic and not understanding if you're enough for anybody

[julie-schwieters-supremacy]

i need to stop getting the most random crushes on people i cant have.