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adhdbarnowl · 1 year
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the hbo writers really went “lets rewrite two side characters’ stories and win all of the emmys in one fell swoop”
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osemanobsessed · 2 months
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The Morning After I Killed Myself, by Meggie Royer.
(TW: Suicide and depression. Gather your tissues before you read this.)
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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
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ivyovergrowth · 3 months
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this game absolutely destroyed me emotionally so I figured I should draw something for it.
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I couldn’t trust my own emotions. Which emotional reactions were justified, if any? And which ones were tainted by the mental illness of BPD? I found myself fiercely guarding and limiting my emotional reactions, chastising myself for possible distortions and motivations. People who had known me years ago would barely recognize me now. I had become quiet and withdrawn in social settings, no longer the life of the party. After all, how could I know if my boisterous humor were spontaneous or just a borderline desire to be the center of attention? I could no longer trust any of my heart felt beliefs and opinions on politics, religion, or life. The debate queen had withered. I found myself looking at every single side of an issue unable to come to any conclusions for fear they might be tainted. My lifelong ability to be assertive had turned into a constant state of passivity.
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brokenxheart · 2 months
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Can't stop overthinking. My mind is a mess
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babydollxxblood · 28 days
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i might be going insane
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trekwanderer · 8 months
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The end of DS9 makes me cry every time
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hyperfixatingonsmth · 16 days
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crying, crying, and more crying yk ?
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averyhairyperson · 5 months
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I wake up and pray to god that he looks after your mother, your brother and wife and you. I look at the undone artworks from last night, take the pencil and still can't make anything out of it. I wake up to kiss my dogs a goodmorning and help my mother in the garden. After spending around 2-3hrs usually i would grab a breakfast and go to work after shower. I sit at the shop and stare at the window hoping for a better sale. As i take out the blank canvas again, the pencil weighs heavier as if it wants to escape from my hands. I grip it stronger and firmer on the sheet to end up with nothing good again. I think I will feel better if I sip some coffee but it's too sweet for my taste, I have to force it down. This time i take the pencil again start circling around and straightening my lines and when it comes to combine I still can't seem to come in terms with it. I think probably cycling will feel better and it does unless the sit feels tighter in my ass and spine starts aching. I don't get out of breath now but i can't stop thinking about it. I sing the songs playing in my ears as loud as I can as if It would cancel the noise running in my head. After 15mins the legs feel tired. I feel good that I am reaching home and it disappears the moment I actually do. I come inside gets greeted by my fluffypaws and I cannot look at my parents for god knows why I am still upset with them. For they have done nothing but love me. But I ignore that and cry for love again.
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philia95 · 5 months
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Just finished reading The Song of Achilles and I will never heal. Thanks Madeline :)
Sincerely me.
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Heyyy still not posting much just kind of doing so because WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH. GOOD OMENS S2 HAS ME IN SHAMBLES- I AM SOBBING LIKE A COMPLETE MADMAN PLEASE TELL ME SOME OF YALL HAVE GOOD FIX IT FIC RECOMMENDATIONS. IK ITS ONLY BEEN OUT FOR A FEW DAYS BUT PLEASE IM DYING OVER HERE GUYS- SOMEONE HEAAALLL MEEE
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demonecelestiale · 10 months
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mi lamento sempre che Miraculous non ha nessuna reference ad Utena, ma raga... episodio 5x24. tutta la messa in scena teatrale per narrare a Marinette la lore degli Agreste... mio dio we did it kids
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babygirlcowboy · 1 year
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Just crashed my car into a tree 😎
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Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.
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im-hot-your-not · 1 year
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“You can’t cry for an hour over one photo”
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yes I can 🥲
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yvmoveon · 1 year
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