Since I got psoriasis, I understand those melodramatic commercials now. The shame, the anticipation of getting weird looks, having to cover it even though it’s getting warmer, and changing to the color gray while everything else has color.
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From my notes app
My to do list has not been cleared in 4 years.
“You’re being ridiculous, and I think you know that.” -Talia
Things won’t just happen. For that reason, you’re also not just someone who “things” don’t happen for.
It does not take much dedication, just effort.
Change is always uncomfortable. That’s how progress happens.
Progress compounds.
Weed (edibles) isn’t even the same w/out Brianna.
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the cool part about adhd is that even after you get medicated and learn how to deal with the majority of the issues it brings, you still get to keep the crushing self-hatred that comes with minor incidents of forgetfulness or misplacement
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Threads of threnody tightly
Woven Into inward dejection.
Abject — abstract; cal-de-sac
Turns
Inside out —
an ugly bitter fruit.
Loquacious in Lieu of
Leap.
Offended, yet,
Ignorant.
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I could’ve been beautiful.
Now, the only thing I feel is beautiful about me is my determination to prove to you how ugly and unloveable I really am. I will outlast your ambition. I will outlast your fascination. I will outlast your character development and I will continue to last until you haven’t thought of me in years because my trauma-fed martyr-complex was exhausting to handle.
I will outlast you,
me.
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11.28.2025
something about being in the car for 4 ½ - 5 hours heading to family or heading back home is my own version of melodramatic and romantic.
i’m a backseat princess with my two pups, glancing and staring out the back window like i’m in a music video.
while my wife and her sister jam out to loud music and have their own conversations in the front seat, doing what they do.
seems like the perfect time to check my tumblr.
🎀✨
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too unrelenting-sense-of-hope for dark, gothic, brooding, morbid die-at-a-young-age sad stuff
too obsessed-with-the-morbid for bright, constant joy, not-having-to-think-about-every-single-little-worry happy stuff
And just melodramatic enough for My Chemical Romance!!!
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When I was little, I feel like “Severe Thunderstorm Warnings” were so melodramatic, and nowadays the weather app’s “Special Weather Statement” are the equivalent. Like,
“LOOK OUT!!! SOMETHING’S HAPPENING WITH THE WEATHER!!!!”
“What?! What is it?!”
“…….wimdy :(”
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I should have been less afraid, i know it now. Out in the open with all my wounds that are not healing. The fear made me waste it, we wasted so much going so fast but in that speed, i should have had less fear considering the results would have been the same even when i was being extremely careful. I tiptoed as i always do and i cared beyond what i could. I still cant get over the feeling of your eyes on my mouth when the space was none and we could have done, what we could have done, all we could have done but now its done and nothing was actually ever done.
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‘Ariah, you’re like a character in grand opera, not life.’
Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls
