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music loving maker of things. 21+

[rebelculture]

[hopecorediva]

reminder to breathe

[timetopanic-itstash]

I still have nightmares about you.

Which says a lot.

That our love,

Was a fucking nightmare.

That I still fear you.

Still worry.

Still don't feel safe.

Even when I'm able to sleep.

[achillesinhighheels]

[sulfatto-deactivated20250905]

[javarisx-fightingthosedemons]

IG@JAVARISXFIGHTTHOSEDEMONS

[loveagemoondream]

[timetopanic-itstash]

Attempts of a narcissist

The first attempt: reverse card. I have my faults too. I've done things that make you feel a way you just never said anything about them because,

You love me.

You didnt want to fight.

The second attempt: pity party. You're a piece of shit. You deserve to be alone. You're just gonna stay in bed the next few days.

You're gonna go cry now.

The third attempt: our friend group. You leave camp. "Where did he go ?" If anyone asks why you left,

You're an asshole.

The fourth attempt: the disappearing act. You're moving far away. I'll never see you again.

You don't know what else to do.

The fifth attempt: the opposite of disappearing. You refuse to let me go. You're gonna work on you. You're gonna be the person I deserve.

You'll wait for me forever.

The sixth attempt: meme-alo. Sad memes about relationships. Funny memes. Memes that made you think about

Me.

The seventh attempt: full combo whammy. I did a great job breaking up with you, it was perfectly executed. You're probably still going to move. All your plans are gone without me. You did nothing but cause me pain. I'll be much happier without,

You.

(Oh and sorry about all the memes)

[ktadge]

Aquarium Museum in Ginza, Tokyo on 35mm

@kevintadge

[hellgirl666xx]

[timetopanic-itstash]

Words escape me of their own accord.

A forced Poem feels wrong.

To try to write.

How can one try to write?

You just can't.

either It flows from you effortlessly or you can call it an essay or some shit.

To try to start a poem writing about the change in a season.

Like a million poets haven't written that before,

so unoriginal.

I disgust myself.

And I find this rant much more poetic than any mention of a flower's blooms or the rain coming down.

Fuck, there's freedom in writing from feeling.

Who cares how it sounds.

I would rather publish a book full of temper tantrums just like this, than write another cliche poem about Spring.

You want a poem about Spring?

here it goes:

Spring.

It's here.

Another year has passed and the plants are growing and so am I.

There.

Happy?

Happy fucking spring.

Go garden something.

[nobrashfestivity]

Man Ray Hands Montage

more

[timetopanic-itstash]

So tired of being afraid to go to sleep. Of always half sleeping because my body is on edge and just waiting to be attacked in the middle of the night. Tired of jumping at every little sound, my heart dropping when I see headlights through the window. I miss feeling safe and it seems like I never will again.

[dreamstars]

[worldsandemanations]

Amanda Charchian & Jose Romussi

[timetopanic-itstash]

You’re a cool cat

No you

[zerounwantedvibrations]