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#borderliner
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Gott, bitte mach einfach das mein Kopf still ist..
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lebloser-stil · 8 months
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yea you're cute but my life is a mess and so am I
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skyshadows · 1 year
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Will ich wirklich einfach nur sterben...?...
Oder finde ich einfach nur kein Grund zum weiter Leben...?...
-skyshadows
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hauntedstoner · 2 months
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. . . ?
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wiltedrosewritings · 6 months
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feminine dread
an alternate face to the renowned feminine rage
aka sad girl core or feminine torment
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ROMANTICISM MEETS EXISTENTIALISM
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key attributes: crying in your room, late nights spent thinking, staring vacantly at the ceiling; never feeling like enough - not pretty enough, not female enough, not smart enough, not human enough, not kind enough, not tough enough. hot-girl summer sad-girl always. loner. standing at the margins. no one sees me, gets me.
i feel nothing and the weight of everything pressing over me all at once.
i'm a void, a crater, something carved out and left incomplete, something that's lacking.
a lifelong quest for something to fill this void but nothing suffices, it all just pours right through me.
my sense of identity is fragmented such that i've never held my entire reflection - some shard's always amiss. the painful absence impales me and leaves me gasping for breath, crawling and choking. the tension of a ghost limb, but the limb is something deep within me that i can't name or palpate. instead, it rattles like a can with a single coin, the echoes mocking the vacancy. i worry the outside world can hear it as i brush shoulder with strangers.
will i ever come to know the feeling of normalcy or was I only ever mean to exist like this? to feel like an anomaly? a glitch?
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professionaljunkie · 1 year
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Ich verstehe mich doch selbst nicht..
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midnightmoonfighter · 2 years
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Ich hätte gern jemand wie mich.
Der wäre dann wie ich aber
Eigentlich lieber nicht
Denn ich bin nicht gerne ich
Aber er würde das dunkle verstehen und wissen richtig damit umzugehen
Würde mir positives schenken in den schwarzen Momenten
Egal wie es mir geht ich such immer dem richtigen Weg
Doch ich kann mich nicht mehr finden und fang an zu verschwinden
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vilea777 · 1 month
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sorry i cant hang out i forgot how to mimic human like behaviour
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arrgh-whatever · 1 month
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worthless-mess · 7 months
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"Are you ok?" I'm actually tired bro. From the bottom of my heart I'm tired
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unbearable-swagger · 9 months
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I will be like "I'm fine" and then another fucking event will occur
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bl0w-m3 · 10 months
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Thanks for hanging out with me! Was I cool? did you like me? What do you think of me in detail? Do you hate me?
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skyshadows · 2 years
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Schon ironisch das, dass was wir Realität nennen nur eine Produkt bzw. Eine Frage der eigenen individuellen Wahrnehmung ist ...
...................XXX.......<3...
-skyshadows
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valentina-poem · 3 months
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wiltedrosewritings · 6 months
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An echo resounds through me as my fist collides with my chest. A forlorn reminder of the empty, hollow, nameless thing that I am. I don't even feel human most times.
Perhaps it all really is some simulation. No memory ever really ours; only some ploy meant for entertainment of the bored creator.
-penned by j. m. medna (2024)
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professionaljunkie · 1 year
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Zu viel vorgefallen, zu viel passiert.
Bin schon lange nicht mehr die, die ich eigentlich bin.
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