Tumgik
#but i am unlovable
Text
Have I lost you like everyone else?.....
The idea hurts...
But its just me...
I'm always too much...
I'm superfluous...
I'm unwanted...
I'm unlovable...
9 notes · View notes
dragondawdles · 11 months
Note
Sp did you ever figure out what was up witht he noodle dragon?
Tumblr media
oh anon I'm ill about it
2K notes · View notes
lucidloving · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Clarice Lispector, Água Viva / The Stream of Life (trans. Elizabeth Lowe) // @inanotherunivrse // Natsuki Takaya, Fruit's Basket // I Know It's Over— The Smiths // Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry // Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice
969 notes · View notes
Text
every time i think about how qpac and qmike grew up in an orphanage together with no one to rely on but each other i want 2 break down sobbing. what do u MEAN they were alone what do u MEAN they were just children who had to take care of each other!!! do u ever think about how pac was two years older than mike and part of the reason he's so protective and self sacrificial when it comes to his family is probably because he grew up trying to take care of mike in their younger years and probably has some form of eldest daughter syndrome. do u ever think about how mike probably tried to make up for that by being the more abrasive one and standing up for pac when pac was just going to roll over and take whatever people did to him just to keep mike safe and no matter what they did it got them into trouble anyway. do u ever think about how for the longest time they only had each other. i'm going 2 eat plywood
274 notes · View notes
bowenoke · 1 year
Text
i thought this was the worst thing in the world to find when going to an author's page after reading a work i enjoyed
Tumblr media
but absolutely nothing could've possibly prepared me for the sheer terror of
Tumblr media
2K notes · View notes
corffee · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐘 #𝟐𝟑: 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
832 notes · View notes
Text
I feel like a chore to you, something you have to put effort into but really don't want to, an obligation
351 notes · View notes
Text
Deep down I wanna be worse because I deserve it... I don't wanna be happy, safe, or loved. They are such alienated feelings to me... I deserve to live a life full of misery, because I am evil.
197 notes · View notes
aroaessidhe · 8 months
Text
Tumblr media
2023 reads
The Spider And Her Demons
YA Australian urban fantasy/horror
about a Malaysian-Chinese girl who’s half spider-demon, just trying to keep her head down and survive high school
when she accidentally kills and eats a man in front of the most popular girl at school, they strike up a strange friendship and she starts to learn more about herself and the supernatural world
aroacespec/sapphic ish
#The Spider And Her Demons#Sydney Khoo#loveozya#aroaessidhe 2023 reads#you give me a teenage girl with giant hair spider legs who scuttles across her bedroom wall on page 3#and then eats a man and i am already sold.#also aus books are always so familiar compared to US books :)#and yes sexuality stuff is ambiguous but basically: a bunch of discussion on relationship hierachies (ie friendship equally/more important)#themes of feeling unlovable bc you're different and different forms of love#multiple times the MC says she has no interest in dating or relationships and also is touch (and maybe sex) repulsed#- but of course that Also has to do with the whole Being A Monster thing#and it definitely shows some kind of attraction to dior - ie looking at her lips/bare skin; blushing; etc#and ends on sort of hand kiss / 'is this something??' vibes#I asked the author and they said they see them as QPR / platonic soulmates but are not at the point where they would know what to call it#which makes total sense to me!#the part of me who wants more obvious aroace YA wishes it was a little more specific#but also I DO love ambiguity and I think it wouldn't be true to the characters#who are clearly not even ready to start figuring that stuff out.#and also. aroacespec sapphics is like. also something i want#also like. I think it's reductive to assume just because 'looks at lips' is a common allo attraction trope....doesn't necessarily mean#it has to be that. yknow.#anyway. i loved it a lot.#gross spidergirl (affectionate)......#also dior is such an interesting and complex character. like another book could have made her nicer or less fucked up
197 notes · View notes
lettuceish · 1 month
Text
douglas piggott gives me hope that i can be loved romantically, and i will be loved romantically
i will not be alone forever
61 notes · View notes
deutsche-bahn · 21 days
Text
Entschuldigt übrigens das frequent larp posting in letzter Zeit (und in den kommenden paar Wochen, let's be real). Ich habe einen großen planungstechnischen Fehler gemacht und bin jetzt irgendwie für einige Zeit fast jede Woche auf irgendwelchen Veranstaltungen. so the brainrot has truly set in. somebody help me
56 notes · View notes
janthewriter · 4 months
Text
I Am Tired
I am tired of feeling unloved.
I do not think anybody could ever love an unusual creature of perpetual habit like me. Only can they become intrigued with fascination of the unknown. Digging and prodding, only to yield no answers, fueling their anger until they move on to next best thing of existence, one that will gift them with the satisfaction they do hungrily desire.
I am tired of feeling this way.
My mind takes me to the dungeons of a Victorian castle in some frightful place unknown. Even the moonlight raises no hope against this stand of darkness within. I can never seem to escape the shackles. I must free myself. I must free my brain from it’s cranium. And then maybe I will finally be set free at last.
I am tired of the hollow emptiness.
It almost feels as if there is nobody else out here in this void of darkness. I call out, echoes of silence are my only answer in return. I turn mute. Only to match the peaceful, yet painful silence, that I am forever engulfed in.
I am tired of feeling trapped.
I wish I could free myself from this labyrinth, that I somehow found myself stumbling into. The birdcage in my chest that encloses a beautiful bluejay, feels punctured with every breath, being poked and prodded for amusement.
I am tired of breathing.
I breath, just for the oxygen to be sucked out of my lungs through the mouth of a lover, into the infinite space unknown. It is pointless, I shall take shallow breaths until my breathing diminishes altogether; this way it can never be stolen at the hands of a thief needy for more, again.
I am tired of seeing the good.
It becomes painfully hard to see the good, when I can only feel the bad. My eyes are the most diligent. They never fail at accomplishing to deceive me with enticements that are almost up for no refusal. I know better to believe the sweet lies that my eyes show me, telling me all is well. Almost nothing in this world is.
I am tired of fighting.
I am strong and indestructible, until I am not. I become so weak and fragile that with every step I take, my bones creak, revealing my hand of vulnerability. My armor has become too heavy, my arms to weak. Tears cascade down the calming silver onto the battle ground. Fighting has become pointless. It is not in my favor. But someone must win the battle. This war must end eventually.
I am tired of only being seen externally.
My body has nothing left to give. I have ripped every organ out with my bare hands, just to serve them on a silver platter to the greedy. I have given almost everything away, but no one has accepted my heart yet. Seek pity on me and just take what’s left of my heart and make it yours.
I am tired of this torturous day to day life.
A good day only seems to stare at me with wide eyes, extending it’s hand. I reach out in acceptance, thinking greatness is to be bestowed upon me, at last. I am deceived into receiving the small left over bread crumbs called inconvenience. I watch as the the latter is passed on to the next one in line awaiting the opportunity of delight.
I can’t do this much longer.
I am just really really tired.
~Jan
89 notes · View notes
notdelusionalatall · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media
64 notes · View notes
ickadori · 4 months
Note
Okay, but I’m thinking about the reader in your poly SatoSugu getting kidnapped and all they say to there captor is “You’re wasting your time. They’re not coming for me as long as they have each other”
and they won’t come, not a chance. just the possibility of them losing each other far outweighs the loss of you. getou would want to come and save you, but depending on the severity of the situation and the strength of whoever kidnapped you, gojo would absolutely refuse to let him go.
and gojo could do it, he’s the strongest after all, but…does he really want to? does he want to keep sharing getou? he had only agreed bc getou had been so enamored with you, and gojo would rather allow you to have a bit of him rather than all, but if you were out of the picture…if he told getou that he had tried to get you back but it was too late…if your captor had already killed you, and nearly killed him, too…
then he could finally have getou all to himself again.
78 notes · View notes
thebrainrotsreal · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
I LOVE BATMAN OKAY??? And we as a society do not talk about Bruce "Brucie" Wayne enough. Who else is doing it like him? Zero braincell himbo of a persona. Would give a cashier $300 in tip. And he's Batman. Never seen a man with more care, heart, hope, and inability to do anything half-assed. He's givin' a hundred percent or nothing. Man of an expanding number of kids? He's literally a single mom. PEAK!
79 notes · View notes
grimvisions · 6 months
Text
when mitski said “your mother wouldn't approve of how my mother raised me” & when sza said “wish i was the type of girl that you take over to mama” & when lorde said “i’m a little much for everyone”
96 notes · View notes