Hey, sorry I haven’t been on much, been on discord and trying to avoid stuff on this site so I’m not on it much. Thank you guys and have a good month! :)
All I want is someone to tell me why I should stick around.
I want to know why I should have social media or get phone numbers
I want to know why people want to be my friend.
I want to know why people hate me.
I just want one reason to stay when I have a million to leave.
But I guess it’s too much to ask.
I hate it, that nobody can tell me why any of these things matter. It’s why I push and pull, it’s why I try to keep things together. If you want me to go, give me a goddamn good reason, if you want me to stay, I need a good fucking reason. I’m done trying to do anything just to never be good enough for someone. I’m tired and I hate it.
If I could have another chance,
I would have stepped back and look at the whole,
And I wouldn’t be doing this wasteful dance,
But that’s only if I hadn’t made the blade so dull.
If I could have another chance,
I would have risked my cards more,
I would have never given a hinting glance,
I would have simply shown myself to the door.
If I could have another chance,
I would be more kind,
I would have been less in trance,
But I have been very blind.
The past is always going to be in the past,
Even though it will always haunt me,
I know now that the pain doesn’t last.
But still, I shouldn’t let my actions be.
If I could have another chance,
I would let my wants go.
I would stop the ‘I cant’s.’
But with any other, I would have it blown.
Maybe instead of dwelling in fear,
I could have been careful,
But I feel my eyes welling with tears,
Leaving me dareful.
You know what we should do? Commit war crimes and fix this world. We should cause mutually assured destruction. Also? Period cramps need to not kill me in school. I want to function and not have the urge to commit murders or arson. Everyone on tumblr should start a militia and overthrow all the governments and watch nature take this earth back from us dumb people. TIME TO DO SOME WITCHY SHIT
She falls asleep each night. All alone, and shivers for a while. But when she closes her eyes, she sees a new world. She has been all over and has seen many creatures, people, and sometimes has seen the dead. She loves her partner dearly, even though they don’t share a bed, but once she’s in her world, she can’t return til dawn. I should know. I’m her.
Last night, I was in the forest, by my grandfathers cabin. There were cheetahs. two of them, and a lion, as well as a wolf. I couldn’t escape this. I was stuck in a two mile radius from my grandfathers cabin. I was trapped. There were soldiers who dragged my family away to someplace I don’t know. I was bound to something heavy and reached for tools, or tried to. I desperately try to escape. there was no use. I couldn’t be dragged away, but someone had a bloody nose. Hours later, my family returns home. I don’t know where they’ve been. They look beat, exhausted, and near death. There must be a way out of here.
So what do you do if your boyfriend calls you white privileged and is kinda being a dick? Should I wait and see if he can pull his shit together? I really love him but I’m questioning his love for me...