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typicalglassofsalt · 6 months
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kind of a vent post, i never do these, but i feel self conscious as hell, never being good enough and being stuck
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lidiacervos · 1 month
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Just thought everyone should know I’ve been suffering
Ok bye
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baynton-nation · 2 years
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Mathew Baynton in ‘BBC Ghosts’ Series One DVD - ‘Stuck In Limbo’ Special Feature
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‘BBC Ghosts’ Series One DVD
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shrewind2 · 1 year
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Shadowhunters 3x20: City of Glass  
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haikuku · 1 year
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Daily Haikuku, no. 294
Stability and security are what I crave in my life now.
--haikuku
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limbosphere · 2 years
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𝕰𝖒𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖗 𝕺𝖋 𝕲𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖋 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖇𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖓 𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖉 - 悲しみの皇帝
when he reached the Limbo dimension he was still human, he wondered alone until he was weakened by hunger and decided to feed from a fruit growing on a cursed tree. The shape of the fruit reminded him of a coral. After a couple days a chemical reaction provided him with absurd hallucinations and his skin began to mutate. The Emperor of grief has now founded his own kingdom in Limbo and is desperately trying to find a cure for the weird sickness he's suffering from. He would do anything to get back to normal, even kill anyone who stands on his path. You can find this character as the first boss in the coral lands level of Melancholy Dungeon, a game that never existed.
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howifeltabouthim · 10 months
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You did not want to wait, and yet you nearly went mad waiting.
Siri Hustvedt, from The Blazing World
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stoic-whumpee · 2 years
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For the prompt game: Void (The Neighbourhood), bitches broken hearts (Billie Eilish), and/or Coffee (Jack Stauber)
-🍵anon
Hello! This is gonna be a three-part answer, so stay tune for the other two songs :D
Song: Void - The Neighborhood
Whumpee was stuck in a void of nothingness. At first they hold onto hope, thinking that every spec of light or every small movement is a chance for them to get out. Eventually, the false hope hurts more than it helps, and they resign themselves to floating in the emptiness, defeated.
Whumpee was trapped in a void-like space, and when they managed to return to their world, everyone had either died or moved on a long time ago. They came back just as they had left, and nothing was the same.
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Whumpee was trapped in a space where time flew slower than the real world. When they returned, it was as if only a few minutes had passed while it felt like months, maybe years to Whumpee.
Whumpee was in a coma. Caretaker sat by their bed, talking to them, telling them about Caretaker's life. They talked about how much they missed Whumpee, and how life felt dull and meaningless without them. They apologised about not being able to see Whumpee more often, terrified that Whumpee would disappear/get taken again one day and they would never be able to do anything to stop it.
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chaoticfandomthot · 1 year
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Nothing worse than someone you love and are trying to connect with recommending the worst show ever and eagerly awaiting the day you watch it
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dzmaz · 1 year
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You know I’ve never actually posted on here before, but I always wanted someplace to put my thoughts and a diary has never been my cup of tea.
There’s just something about writing it out for everyone to see, yet no one knows who I am, that appeals to me.
Anyway, the real reason I got on here was to say how… lonely I am. I just got back from being away from home for two weeks and just sort of automatically felt depressed.
There’s nothing bad going on at home, but it just felt like I was going back to being the same person who I was two weeks ago and she felt like a completely different girl.
I’m just stuck and feeling stuck is making me feel depressed. I feel like my life is somehow going to be the same cycle over and over and I’ll just never come out of it…
Does anyone know what I can do to not feel this way??
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thecharmwitch · 2 years
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The land of the living doesn't want to accept me and neither does the land of the dead so...Limbo whatssup how you doing??????????
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persona001999 · 2 years
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I feel like I’m stuck in life right now, but at the same time my life keep processing.
It’s weird.
I’ve meet so many new friends, have had to say goodbye to some and keep on meeting new ones. Just in the spate of 8 months. It has been a lot…. I’m greatful for these past 8 months.
but I’m afraid… afraid of what to come when I have to go back home again
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theliminalbeing · 2 years
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waking up to this life is like falling asleep and having a night terror
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riacte · 2 years
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I know I have a bad record of answering asks but I’m stuck in a looong queue, anyone wanna chat? :3
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haikuku · 1 year
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Daily Haikuku, no. 296
Oh to be able to dream actual dreams that are obtainable....
--haikuku
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jeezdadthanks · 4 months
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It’s wild watching yourself die.
 
To have everything that made you, well… everything that defined you, defined the person you used to be, get torn apart and thrown away. Watching the leftover pieces that you cling onto slowly degrade and vanish with each transitory year, leaving you less and less… human.
 
Everything. Your hopes, your dreams, your desires, becoming meaningless and forgotten, a distant haze overlaying the stack of memories of a past infinitely distant yet always present.
 
Life-altering, they say with a sympathetic tone, not fully understanding or aware that it doesn’t just change your life; it ends it. That career, that plan, that future, all become a disenfranchised currency that holds no value for society or its participants. Rebuilding would require a foundation, something which to build upon, yet that too has been taken. How does one rebuild without tools, without materials, without blueprints.
 
Each glance at the mirror shows itself: the tired lump of flesh, the cronenbergian nightmare, the repulsive, hideous jester sent to mock and goad your screams of despair and dejection.
 
At first, you try to maintain the routine, the outlook, the normalcy, after the recovery that is… It works for a while, until the smallest of changes begin to stack higher and higher.
 
Your friends offer and invite; they modify and alter, but you both remember. Remember enough to forget, forget enough to fool, then remember all over again. Remember that this isn’t what was or what used to be, so it becomes more... Bitter. Sour.
 
But it’s all in your head. You’re alive. Tomorrow’s another day. Yes, tomorrow is another day, another day like it was yesterday and the day before that. Like it will be tomorrow. The same lack of choices, opinions, opportunities to change—anything. The things that hurt. The obstacles.
 
You’ve become something that is neither alive nor dead. Something other. A specter, a shadow, haunting around the remnants of a lost, forgotten entry in the cosmic ledger of time. A background character for a science fiction anthology that has ceased to be relevant in a meaningful way.
 
Any attempts to cast the sails, establish a new heading, and venture out only prove the abyss is accompanied by the void, gleeful in your predicament. Your spiritual misplacement, your constitutional misguidedness.
 
Who are you? Are you what you are now? What about the person before? None of those fit. Not what is now. Not what remains. What remains isn’t a person; there is no depth, no substance, no tangibility... Just a set of reactions to some scattered thoughts and aimless memories. An unrelatable emptiness that permeates throughout every microscopic pore.
 
So yeah, that’s kind of crazy…
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