Cvtting isn’t enough I need to

…Nvm. That’s the one line I won’t cross.

how many times do i have to say it before it clicks for you

i get angry when im scared or my feelings are hurt

i split.

i just want you to come back and tell me you arent leaving me

that you havent replaced me

if we both have bpd why dont you understand better

i cant keep doing this

at least try to avoid my triggers

please

WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME YOU KNOW HOW I AM

LANDMINE. GIRL.

LAND. MINE.

OF COURSE IM EXPLOSIVE FOR FUCKS SAKE

but i still hate when you expect me to

please

im more than that

I’m so tired of doing everything alone. I want to share moments and memories with someone who looks up at me like there’s nowhere else in the world they’d rather be.

I DONT WANT TO POST ABOUT FUCKING HEATED RIVALRY ON TUMBLR RELEASE ME FROM THESE PATHETIC FUCKING GAY BOYS

wanderlust

Follow the laws and rules of a pathogen

luggage on our backs, won’t you release

the tension between

your heart and thighs

dripping with a fear tangled

in the mind

your mind, your heart

your thighs, your power

pushes away

the thought,

the pitchfork of demise.

tethered hands in fear, low state

high cortisol rank

don’t escape but grip the mind

in concentration, muscular

endurance training neurons.

unfurl dysregulation

flow with the fight or flight,

softly speak incantations and release

your shoulders

down from your neck.

a skill more powerful than a pistol.

ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ 🔥2026 🐎 ་༘࿐

What is wrong with me…?

I can’t speak about myself anymore. Can’t say how I feel or what I need because the moment I do, I have the urge to throw up.

Everytime I attempt to share ANYTHING about myself I have to hold myself back from crying or running away.

I’ll never forgive myself for everything I’ve lost

I cannot live without you, now I’m forced to live with my flaws

I’d die to be back with you, I don’t care how much it costs

The sun in the sky, if that’s what you want

I hate how the constant feeling of only being tolerated will sometimes bubble out and when I confront someone with the goal of clarity - either reassure me you do value my company or confirm you want nothing to do with me I manage to get neither and I continue in the agony of wondering why anyone puts up with me at all.

I’d be better off dead.

So I’ve been out of work for a month so far due to a work related injury and now recovering from surgery. My spouse has been let go at the mid/end of February. Neither of us has gotten paid and we’re both waiting for compensation. We are worried about what our future may look like and are planning for worst case scenarios.

With heartfelt gratitude, I want to share ways to support us during this challenging time. Every contribution counts, and your kindness would greatly help us meet our bills. You can find our payment details below:

https://www.paypal.me/madelineher13

https://venmo.com/u/ChibiMermaidQueen

https://cash.app/$ChibiSirenLi

I feel so icky asking, but again thank you greatly 🫶🏼🙏🏽

we’ve got a med student interning with us and hes super nice and he didnt have a baby face but the way he talked!!!!! oh my god i felt like i was talking to my parents’ 16yo neighbour with all that slang and the way he built sentences????????? i felt so OLD rn oh my god

-If Light felt bad after he killed L-

one-shot AU time :) CW: cursing, death, spoilers, uh, is death violence? also, unedited and written at 11:25 pm so lazy??

Find me on Ao3 at @ writing_sucks plez

L’s life flashed before his eyes. Wammy’s. A child was crying, his world was spinning, who was wailing louder now? Watari was hold his hand, no, wait, Light was cradeling him after he’d fallen from his chair.

What had just happened? Ah, right, Watari was dead. L leaned back, eyes going unfocused. Goodbye, Light-Kun. This was fun. His eyes went glossy. Light froze.

L…is dead. L is dead. L IS DEAD! A bubble of pride exploded in Light’s chest, but instead of excitement and joy after that, he felt nothing but numbness.

Shock.

Pain.

“Ryuzaki.” he shook the still form of L. “Ryuzaki. RYUZAKI!” he was shaking him harder and harder. “this isn’t funny! RYUZAKI THIS ISN’T FUNNY ANYMORE!” Light was screaming now and his heart was pounding and the world was spinning and the air smelled like death, and he had never even been able to ask L the questions he wanted to and L couldn’t be dead. He couldn’t. There was still so much Light needed to tell him.

They needed each other. Orbited around each other. A pull and push toy. A symbiotic relationship. Light needed L, and L needed Light.

Light collapsed, kneeling over beside L.

“LIGHT!” his dads voice sounded faint now. Light’s hand found its way to L’s clammy one, and squeezed.

“see you soon.”

I’ve wanted to write this since I watched deathnote so ACK. srry it sucks js sounded better short ><

my hair is a mess and i need to shave and i ran out of weed yesterday and everything is falling apart and i’ve been gaining weight but hey at least people pay me because i’m hot sometimes :3

What the fuck lol

I wish I could be the comfort that you seek shelter in.

started stress eating recently

Sad

Spiraling

You’re just as distracted as me. Put the TV on so we can drown in sound.

Are we still around?

Because I feel everywhere except the ground. You’re never gonna understand it. I see the pages and pages you let off steam. You reconfigure your hopes and logic about me.

Am I profound?

Is it deep, or am I just sinking further into the background? Reeling back my fists, punching at the sun. Passive and active, watching-

Cereal bowls overfull so I can eat my trust. Choke on empty words because your throat is filled with dust And distaste for lukewarm and soggy patience, watching-

Waiting for the train to come