baby, we belong alone

i'll just creep on creeping on

[bittergloss]

big ass mood bitch

[badlydrawneverything]

[kpopper]

are you living or are you just jumping from one obsession to the other to run away from yourself

[ivan-fyodorovich-deactivated202]

what are you the coping mechanism police or something

[spacemancharisma]

this is the only mood for being in your 20s

[feargender]

[night-birds]

まちだ昌之 - 毒蛾少女(ひばり書房) [1973]

[banderjack]

[aroseforno-one-deactivated20221]

sorry i forgot to reply i dont feel fucking alive

[horreurscopes]

do you ever get into one of those moods where your heart aches and longs for something so deeply but you dont know what and your heart is like a stubborn toddler screaming i want it !!!! please give it to me !!!! And you’re desperately like i don’t know what kind of emotionally fulfilling experience to give you at 3 PM on a Wednesday !!!!!!!!!

[neilaglet]

D3FIC8R

[rubyetc]

[demiiwhiffin]

queen of self sabotage

[infamy001]

https://instagram.com/p/Bd3WqwmggmU/

[asoftwrongness]

[mjalti]

in the grand scheme of things, the universe has already exploded & we’re just waiting til it reaches us so there’s no need to feel things anymore cuz it’s all over already

[sashayed]

It’s easy enough to draw a line from feeling invisible and never being recognized for anything, to now being afraid that if you ARE recognized for something, it will STILL feel like nothing. You will still be invisible. Or somehow it will kill you. Does being recognized mean dying? Maybe your survival as a kid felt linked to invisibility, and this is why you don’t want relationships and don’t want anyone being close to you or needing you or criticizing you or giving their honest opinion about what’s right or wrong with you. Somehow, whenever other people get involved, the stakes always get too high. You want to stay safe instead. Safe and invisible.

A happy ending—or a happy turn in your path, toward success—would make you visible, and maybe it would also make you responsible for whatever unhappiness might remain. As long as you’re unsuccessful and invisible, you have an excuse for feeling mildly depressed and mildly dissatisfied. So you tell yourself stories about what would be BAD about doing something you really love. You tell yourself that recognition and coexisting with other talented people would be harrowing. You are a fraud, after all. You don’t really deserve to share a room with other smart people. You deserve to remain invisible. IT’S WHO YOU ARE.

I think many of us feel like we should remain partially hidden, and to do otherwise will magically transform us into major league assholes. We’ve seen recognition and wealth ruin other people, or we’ve IMAGINED that it was ruining them. Or we simply didn’t like the choices someone made after he or she became wildly popular or rich—even though, 9 times out of 10, that choice boiled down to bad taste and nothing else. We treated it as a moral, a lesson about success, when there were plenty of tasteless moves and shitty choices in the mix before and after.

BUT—and this is a little freaky, so pay attention—maybe at some level we consider success itself, or wealth, or even happiness, as reflective of bad taste. Maybe we loved the words someone wrote down on a page somewhere, and we weren’t prepared to see the annoying face associated with the brain that produced those words. Maybe we’re just dicks who don’t like that many TYPES of people, and we can only admire someone if we don’t really know what TYPE OF PERSON he or she is. Once we can associate a person with a TYPE, it ruins everything.

But this is all about prejudice. And you know who thinks this way about “types”? People who hate themselves.

Ask Polly: Why Am I Deathly Afraid of Success?

ha ha ha HA HA HA HA…H A

[dankmemesreasonforliving]

[transhinsou-deactivated20181204]

do you ever feel yourself slowly losing your current hyperfixation but you’re not particularly interested in anything else rn so you have nothing to fill that void and ur just bored and ready for death

[shoggoth-the-bitch]

This is uncomfortably accurate

[goddessofidiocy-deactivated2019]

thinkin about my two hundred different embarrassing and completely self-indulgent daydream universes that i’ve actually taken time out of my day to create content for and have never shared with anyone bc they’re that embarrassing but not being able to stop bc they’re one of the few things that bring me genuine joy