It tingles
It doesn’t hurt like it used to
But I feel it
It tingles
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It tingles
It doesn’t hurt like it used to
But I feel it
It tingles
I can feel the pitter-patter
of your heart
against my palm.
If me, why not her?
I had an awkward lyft drive tonight. I hopped in the car and on the driver’s personal Bluetooth selection was a recording of a news article berating Ford—calling her a liar and a crying baby... literally making crying baby noises and quoting her. The recording brought up trivial points in the case and completely disregarded everything leading up to it.
I questioned the berating Ford was receiving and the driver said with a guffaw “you can’t ACTUALLY believe her!” I said that I did and they laughed even harder. I said “I never reported my multiple assaults that spans decades, so why wouldn’t I believe her”.
The driver apologized for what I went through without asking any actual details. I didn’t give any details. They proceeded to tell me that she faked the whole thing because nobody could corroborate her statement.
I offered my rebuttal cordially by explaining that I didn’t tell anybody for years and the people I eventually told weren’t there for the incident. The people I told couldn’t factually verify anything to my defense if they were formally questioned.
The driver continued to bring up things like “well she said she was afraid to fly but she did anyway” to which I said “we just got off of the freeway. I’m terrified of the freeway but I didn’t tell you or anybody else that”.
By the time I was being dropped off the driver offered me a business card to their church proclaiming god could fix everything. They said I could meet with other women that have gone through the same thing. I simply thanked them.
Then they asked if I remembered who did it to me. I said “I remember each and every one”. They offered to drive me to my accusers to face them or call the cops. I just said “I don’t think I’m ready for that”.
Why was that person so willing to believe me but not Ford?
I ashed in my wine glass
but drank it anyway
mixing wine and midol
and I don’t even want to be a woman
I met one of my heroes
And she took the time to show me love
I can’t imagine what my head looks like...
why do I care?
why do I go out of my way?
why do I subject myself to this?
because I care.
because I go out of my way.
because some people subject themselves.
I hope you do the same,
But I won’t hold it against you.
I see the blue lives matter flag in the driveway and I’m jealous
The rainbow and unicorn pinwheels in the yard are not for me
The potted orchids and succulents are not for me
The framed photographs of me with long hair are not for me
I love my mother but it hurts
the ones I love the most are becoming ghosts
and I can’t help but wonder if I’m the one doing the haunting
I was sober
and wide awake.
should I go with aderall or wine?
“should I just stop “sgnidnE emoS
trying? I don’t oN evaH
know what to do.” ...dnE”
SO WHAT? ?TAHW OS
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you’re sad that I’m happy
I’m happy that you’re sad
Because now you know
How I felt
And now I know
How you feel
We both make excuses
And say what we don’t mean
scrolling through facebook and somebody asked something along the lines of “if you could tell your past self anything using only two words, what would you say?” all I could think of was thank you.