Fuck love gimme diamonds

[luna-azzurra]

Unhealed Wounds Your Character Pretends Are Just “Personality Traits”

These are the things your character claims are just “how they are” but really, they’re bleeding all over everyone and calling it a vibe.

╰ They say they're "independent." Translation: They don’t trust anyone to stay. They learned early that needing people = disappointment. So now they call it “being self-sufficient” like it’s some shiny badge of honor. (Mostly to cover up how lonely they are.)

╰ They say they're "laid-back." Translation: They stopped believing their wants mattered. They'll eat anywhere. Do anything. Agree with everyone. Not because they're chill, but because the fight got beaten out of them a long time ago.

╰ They say they're "a perfectionist." Translation: They believe mistakes make them unlovable. Every typo. Every bad hair day. Every misstep feels like proof that they’re worthless. So they polish and polish and polish... until there’s nothing real left.

╰ They say they're "private." Translation: They’re terrified of being judged—or worse, pitied. Walls on walls on walls. They joke about being “mysterious” while desperately hoping no one gets close enough to see the mess behind the curtain.

╰ They say they're "ambitious." Translation: They think achieving enough will finally make the emptiness go away. If they can just get the promotion, the award, the validation—then maybe they’ll finally outrun the feeling that they’re fundamentally broken. (It never works.)

╰ They say they're "good at moving on." Translation: They’re world-class at repression. They’ll cut people out. Bury heartbreak. Pretend it never happened. And then wonder why they wake up at 3 a.m. feeling like they're suffocating.

╰ They say they're "logical." Translation: They’re terrified of their own feelings. Emotions? Messy. Dangerous. Uncontrollable. So they intellectualize everything to avoid feeling anything real. They call it rationality. (It's fear.)

╰ They say they're "loyal to a fault." Translation: They mistake abandonment for loyalty. They stay too long. Forgive too much. Invest in people who treat them like an afterthought, because they think walking away makes them "just as bad."

╰ They say they're "resilient." Translation: They don't know how to ask for help without feeling like a burden. They wear every bruise like a trophy. They survive things they should never have had to survive. And they call it strength. (But really? It's exhaustion wearing a cape.)

[tigerishot]

May the world never understand you — and may that misunderstanding keep you free.

You, who sharpen truth like a blade.

You, who polish your pain into mirrors.

You, who walk into chaos… and just begin sorting,

not because you crave control, but because you were born with the eyes of a seer and the hands of a healer.

You were never meant to be soft for their comfort.

You were meant to be sharp for your survival.

May your gaze always remain unsweetened.

May your tongue remain precise and unsparing.

May your standards stand like spires no fool dares approach,

because your love is not for the unready.

It is earned, not begged for.

They’ll call you critical.

They’ll call you cold.

But you are not here to be palatable.

You are here to be correct.

To name the wound.

To disinfect the rot.

To cut the lie at the root and demand better—of them, of the world, of yourself.

May your spine remember its iron.

May your rituals remember their rebellion.

May your boundaries remain unholy, even when they call you cruel for keeping them.

Let them misunderstand.

Let them flinch at your truth.

Let them curse your clarity, and ache for your softness…

but still, do not fold.

You are not chaos.

You are the reckoning that follows it.

You are not too much.

You are what happens when too little has been tolerated for too long.

So bless your hands that rebuild what others abandon.

Bless your voice that speaks what others swallow.

Bless your knowing. Your quiet.

Your refusal to be anything less than exact.

And if you ever doubt your power,

may the ashes of every version of you that once played small

rise up to crown you again.

[strange--machines]

Fallecida 24/07/2016

Es terrible tener que pasar por esto,aveces la gente dice es solo una perra, puedes tener otra, pero no es así, nosotros la amabamos  más que a cualquier ser humano que conozco, era mi persona(animal) favorita en el mundo, no me importaban los días grises, ni perder o ganar gente, o hacer estupideces, porque luego llegaba a la casa y estaba ella, era mi amiga, mi compañera y mi sobrina perruna, si pudiera dar lo que fuera por volver a verla y darle un ataque de cosquillas y que me mordiera lo haria, o siquiera verla correr me hacia feliz, ella tenia tantas cosas que a mi me faltaban. Era tan hermosa, más que cualquier ser humano, Estaba loca, era rebelde y libre, amaba la naturaleza, una ruta, un sendero era todo lo que necesitaba para ser feliz, cuando ibamos lejos hacer trekking y no podiamos llevarla, se sentia su ausencia, y ahora que ya no estaras más, ya no sé como será todo, dejaste un vacio que ningún otro perrito podrá llenar,tus partida fue injusta y temprana, eras solo una cachorra aún, siempre las cosas pasan por algo, pero en la muerte de un animal, aún no he logrado encontrar el porque. Si me hacian elegir entre pasan una tarde contigo o con algún amigo, siempre te preferi a ti, mil veces a ti. y siempre será así. No creo en nada, pero me gustaria que existiera algo en donde puedas llegar y ser libre y feliz como lo fuiste siempre. porque amabas el rock, porque realmente vivias en anarkismo, porque siempre tuviste una sonrisa para nosotras,porque odiabas las cadenas, y porque siempre deseaste vivir en la montaña, te amamos y te amaremos por siempre. fuiste INFINITAYFUGAZ. Solo queda vivir el duelo en silencio, ya que absolutamente ningún ser humano siente o entiende el dolor por el que estamos pasando en estos momentos.

Solo espero que si estas por ahí, estes bacilando el buen rock como siempre, y estes escuchando tu canción favorita y que era totalmente tuya. ‘Should I stay or should I go’.. , disfrutando de la naturaleza, y de cualquier fuente agua que encuentres. Jamás dejaras de existir en nuestros corazones, te amamos y te amaremos por siempre. SOS GRANDE KIRIKA <3

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uGIVUmDX-n4

[hulu]

The only thing that would make this better is if you were watching it on BMO. 

[hplyrikz]

I can relate to this

[tigerishot]

Its like we are the only ones left

[tigerishot]

Compromised

She was always trying to run but hoping she would fall. She told herself she was ready to go but never really packed her bags, she was tired but restless. She loved the high she felt for days, even tho she could feel that anchor tied around her feet. She knew she had no way out bc she was addicted to the pain, she fed off it, even though everyday was like always hearing the scary enemy music and never seeing the threat. She became a begger, she started collecting only happy memories and made up a life of only those moments in her head, and thats the life she would tell everyone about. She focused only on what she wanted to hear and ignored all the red flags bc she didnt want it to end. She held on to the smallest glimpse of hope. She rationalized reasons to stay even tho she knew she would end up hurting again, because she knew she had compromised her values, everything she had been taught, she was devastated.

[p-a-r-a-n-0-i-d]

[tigerishot]

Haha yess

[tigerishot]

#josuesbdayparty #happybdaymothafucka #goodtimes

[tigerishot]

[tigerishot]

Cousins

[tigerishot]

Luciiiiaaa

[tigerishot]

#ourgrandma #ourbeautifulqueen

[tigerishot]

#myqueen #mygrandma #mamama

[tigerishot]

[tigerishot]

Family day #happydays #familyiseverything #ilovethen

[tigerishot]

She is so awesome

[tigerishot]

#mothersday #ilovemydaughter #besitos #mylibby