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GUYS THE TIKTOK BAN WENT THROUGHHH

im gonna literally jump (not fr guys i swear)

i CANNOT do this rn

I'm gonna actually chuck myself off the side of a building. I can't do this anymore. Life actually hates me. Everything keeps going wrong, but then it dangles something nice right in front of my face, just to snap it in half. I'm just so tired. I can't do this anymore. I am one more bad event away from ending it all. Stop pushing me to my breaking point, PLEASE!!!!

do you guys ever get the urge to swerve into oncoming traffic XD



I just finished Eric on Netflix…

I CANT FUCKING DO THIS ANYMORE THEY DID NOT HAVE TO HIT ME WHERE IT HURTS 😭😭

Stop I’m on this episode rn are yall stalking me

Gay people can never just have sex, instead they stopped mid-nut AND mid hallucination of a foursome with his therapist, ex co-worker, and his therapist's current patient to have a second, worse hallucination of an eldritch horror stag man that resembles his therapist in the corner of his room, and then bust.

we should blow up the White House guys

just saying.

hello everyone and welcome to the ao3 down group therapy session

the times ahead will be hard but we will get through this together

somewhere comfortable

they are alive (coping) and happy (delusional) and i refuse to believe anything else (clinically insane)

Only five chapters till it's over, I feel ill

no bc it’s the fact that s4 completely ruined my absolute favorite character for me. i adored five he was like my favorite little guy and i was so excited to get to learn more about his character in the upcoming season but now i genuinely can’t even look at him. really this goes for all of umbrella academy but for five specifically because he was so close to my heart but the absolute character massacre of 2024 has me worried that i won’t ever open my tua pinterest page again. thanks so much netflix. thanks for reminding my why i stick to books now.

Realizing that it’s probably gonna take 2 years for season 4 maybe even more💀

NOW JASKIER IS MEETING MORE OF GERALT’S FAMILY?? OMFG THEY ARE FLIRTINNGG!!! AAAAHHHHH!!

HE CARES FOR HIM SO MUCH

dies right with you

oaughaoyagggh exams next week… dies

I am like 30 seconds into the new Arcane act and I kinda wanna jump off a building. Like brother, Jinx having a lock of Violet in her hair!!!

IM BAWLING MY EYES OUT AT THESE.

Hes literally working with NOTHING

on really cold days dew will spend like an hour cuddling with rains clothes in the mornings so as soon as he wakes up rain has something super warm to change into

i found finch too

SCREAMING oh my god Night from 2020

I don’t think I have ever been this terrified. I don’t know what I’m going to do right now. I still genuinely can’t believe that he won. I have been holding back tears all day. I hope this can get better but honestly there isn’t much hope. I hope everyone will be safe and please just try to hang on.

Wish I was a boy

Maybe this is my best

It starts as a harmless poke to my shoulder. Never a serious matter for when I turn to question you, you respond with a bright smile and remind me that it is all friendly.

Your fingerprint begins to stain my shoulders and I turn to inquire your motivations. Quickly I am shut it down cause it’s nothing serious, just a nudge.

Times pass and the skin that you torment is bruising, the pain pulsates although out my body.

Your hand is tainted crimson with my ooze but still you address me with a smile, after all it’s just a nudge.

You burry your way through my skin and uncover the most fragile parts of my being. The foundation that I am built on is disrupted by your omnipotent presence that chips away at me.

I garner up the courage to question your antics as my bones begin to splinter.

But there is no body to restore me, I am spoilt beyond recovery.

Just as he is dead to me, i am to him. His stubbornness has buried our love.

She’s almost gone.

Liberated from a house that has tortured her for two decades.

Still she remains trapped in her habits, for it has always been so easy to pin it on circumstance.

An adamant refusal to acknowledge that the issue (and solution) resides within.

This will surely be a Brutal recognition

That gets me thinking about my approaching death. Death - the birth of my end. A begining to an end.

I have romantised my death so much so that I fantasise about it at times. It comforts me that one day all of this noise and music will stop. That i will be forgotten and i will not even remember that.

But i am impatient for this destiny to forth, i want it now. If i were to complete my final act and have my beauty froze. To shorten this life i know i have lived enough.

I am certain of this death and often anticipate my end. Surviving everyday has become so tiring.

Lord if u be, grant me this wish.

End me.

Im tired

And scared

(Typos ik)

Why it will never be me

I think one of the hardest relisations is that i will never be anyones favourite. Ive learned to let go of all of my crushes simply because they will always be overwooed by the next girl. It isnt even a case of me being hideous but rather how odd i am. I dont listen to their music, i dont have a alcohol problem ( halfjoke :/) and am more of a “soul crushing devotion” person.

Media is always teaching us to be ourselves and to be authentic but the moment one embodies themselves it falls into categories of pick mes or flat out annoying. Its just awful.

I wish i could be likeable and relatable but everything i do is labeled as weird… i would rather be uninteresting.

Im just always wrong

Everytime i try to do anything, help someone help myself, love… im wrong. I feel as if i will never get this life thing right. Im careless and i hate that about myself. I make so many mistake i question if i myself am one. Im scared i wont every get this right.

Ive criticised of everything that i do to the point where i even question waking up. What if im not doing it correctly. The dread i feel forcing myself out of bed because i know that during my day i will yelled at for doing something, anything. Criticised for trying again. I hate this all. I completely, whole heartedly hate it all. There is somehow always a problem with me. I cannot take it

If i were to ever take my life it is because i don’t think I’m doing it right. Something about me is terribly off, my death is a mere correction a flaw.

I know I’m being far too critical with myself but i cannot help it, I’ve been judged for everything i have tried. Knowing that i am certainly a failure why should i aspire to be more. Of course, i still have a dream, a desire to heal and love others but i fear that when i try to climb up ill fall at the worst time. A fall so high there would be maroon gore splattered everywhere, i might even knock off the person that climbs underneath me.

Killing us both.

Tag yourself down below !

*sobbing*

It happened again ao3 is down and idk what to do with my life