Post vomit? Are you ok, love? Just wanted to check on you and make sure you're ok now!
Honestly…I don’t know
I recently lost a family member and Iv just felt so numb. Like, Iv slept more recently than I remember in a long time, I’m always so tired
It’s affected my hobbies and I feel everything I’m making is subpar. Like I’m failing
Trying to bury myself in things that made me happy
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david jenkins only ever wanted 3 seasons.
3 seasons to tell their story.
and even after slashing their budget nearly in half, making them cut the amount of episodes and their runtimes, and having to cut out and rewrite entire storylines, that still wasn’t enough.
fuck you, david zaslav.
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today started with me suicidal and ended with me jumping off a stage and punching a nazi
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Leona never thought you would be the one to shake his miserable existence; he’s far too cynical to use the word ‘change,’ but the thought isn’t far from it.
You, who is nauseatingly sentimental and abhorrently optimistic.
You, who swept up his heart so easily, as though he were a some pathetic lovesick loser.
You, who wrapped your arms around him and dared to feed his feeble hope.
You, who cries the most pitiful and loathsome tears, sickening and utterly maddening with what your foolish feelings do to him, the sense of dread and shame which permeates him.
You, who would be better off letting him go.
It’s a balancing act; some days Leona can tell himself that you’re enough for him to get better, others he’s aware enough to know he’s stumbling towards a bitter end and dragging you down with him.
He feels nothing and everything all at once; his world is senseless until you enter his stage, but you drag along everything else with you. The love comes quick, but so does the apathy and pain and despair.
He wonders, hopes, that on some level, you understand. You just know. Everything that he’s always wanted to tell you, but never been able to push past his lips; that he loves you, that he’s sorry, that he knows and doesn’t know why he’s like this.
That you deserve better; that he doesn’t deserve to be loved how you love him.
Leona pushes you away, and still hopes you catch him when he falls.
On his worst days, another feeling looms over him. He never wants you to leave, but he can’t cause those awful tears anymore if you do. Can’t put you through anything else, further the wound he’s surely already caused.
But the tears spill and you don’t flee. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze and Leona squeezes back.
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bruce and dick are both emotionally repressed but in kind of different but parallel ways. like, the repression that bruce experiences stems from never confronting trauma or any negative emotion, whereas dick's repression stems from needing to be the emotional support for an emotionally repressed man at the ripe age of 9 and so never being able to process any emotions associated with that responsibility
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