Get your shit together.

Everything sucks and I want to die. Trigger Warning.

[hydrahowl]

This wouldn't happen to me if i were a huge dragon

[perfeqt]

“Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.”

— Unknown

[askyea-poesy]

The pain I don't say out loud, builds a home inside me.

Olivia Gatwood

[bunnyycocaine]

i want to be made specially for someone i want to belong to them and only them and them to me

[nostalgic-suggestions]

cute date idea: you keep me forever

[choco-bite]

pulling panties to the side is hotter than completely taking them off, you can’t change my mind

[az-67-deactivated20211229]

sorry if this is too kinky but can you hold my hand and tell me i mean a lot to you

[rosavelle]

Some people, it feels like you've always known them.

[hatterbby]

pls be gentle i'm falling apart

[heartbreakglow]

"I like your voice" ok the let me read to you while your head rests on my chest and i scratch your head until you fall asleep

[houseofcucci]

i keep saying "it is what it is" but what even is it

[desultory-suggestions]

If you have to make yourself smaller to be loved you are not with the right person.

[smokeinsilence]

have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t

[perfectquote]

“We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[drop-of-infinity]

I don’t think we talk enough about how the entirety of Wicked is built on the irony of No One Mourns the Wicked. The musical exists because Glinda feels the need to tell Elphaba’s story, because she is in mourning and entirely alone in that. Glinda’s love is what creates the musical because no one mourns Elphaba except her, and that is an incredibly lonely place to be. She’s just lost two of the most important people to her, and all she’s trying to do is make someone, anyone else see how important they were.

[ashleyslorens]

You think I want to care this much? You think I don't know how much easier my life would be if I didn't- Do you ever let anyone else talk?! Oh… Sorry.

[snakeautistic]

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me