It’s been maybe 4 years and I’m still crying over the fact that no one showed up for my Sweet 16th… no friends wished me a Happy Birthday 🥲
Maybe if I was more outgoing the few friends I did have would’ve shown up? Maybe if I found decent friends I wouldn’t have to worry about being left behind as much as I was…
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just some thoughts I’ve had as of late; or, reflections on how you've changed so much that you've become unrecognizable to me.
No matter how far apart you and I have been we've always found some way to meet in the middle. Whether that be a once a month phone call or a once a year visit in the middle of the night where we'd drive around for a few hours. We'd talk about being depressed and feeling stuck and not knowing what we wanted to do with our lives and how that guy you worship (and I hate) is doing. Then we'd hug and say goodbye and I'd hug you again because I missed giving you hugs and I missed how soft your hair was on my cheek and I missed how warm your sweaters were. I didn't miss much from before. But I missed you.
And maybe that's the part that's so heartbreaking now. More often than not, I find myself not missing you anymore. Partially because I realize that the you I knew doesn't exist anymore. Or it's hidden under years of weed and beer and disillusionment. Either way, you're not there. You haven't been for a long time. I've just been so unwilling to admit it to myself.
But you texted again for the first time in over a month saying that you finally dropped the shitty roommates. I say I'm proud of you for moving into your new place and you say:
thanks bro
I miss you
you unfollowed me on twitter :(
how are you!!
I know our conversations didn't always go like that. But I can't fathom how I went from from feeling like I could tell you everything to hesitating to even talk about how classes are going for me. And you bring up Twitter. Fucking Twitter? It's been months since we've genuinely talked and you wonder why I don't follow you on Twitter? Maybe that's part of the reason why when I see your name pop up on my phone, I get angry.
And I could never tell you that. Hell, we've known each other since we were thirteen and as much as I dislike the person you've turned into, I could never hurt you like that.
Part of me will always love the person I made that Breakfast Club themed birthday present for. The person I made cherry turnovers for on Valentine's Day. The person who walked to the Dollar General just to get snacks for a movie night. The person who I used to sit on the phone with for hours upon hours at a time. The person with the flip phone and the strict parents and the Ferris Bueller voicemail and the beanie and the obsession with cars and just enough hope to carry you forward. The person I promised I would never give up on.
I love you so deeply, but right now I hate you. And one day I hope that I stop hating you. I hope what's left of you doesn't slip through my fingers. I hope I don't lose you. I hope that you really do miss me. I hope that I genuinely mean something to you still. I hope that all all of that hope isn't misplaced.
For the love of God, I want to hug you again. I have lost so many friends and I don't want to lose you. I want us to talk about how we're both doing better and I want to hug you and feel how warm and present and whole and alive you are. I want to be able to sing Your Song again and cry happy tears because it will always be your song to me. I hate you right now and I'm sorry for it, but I love you. That love will always exist in me and it will always be yours if you need it.
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man i'm ngl, i've gotten to a point where i can't even enjoy any indulgences i put into my fixations because like. i feel like i'm either too annoying to people, or just not worth the energy it takes to listen.
because time and time again, i get talked over. i get brushed off. i get thrown off to the side while it becomes about everybody else and their ideas and their fixations, then when i get quiet, i'm the dick
for so much talk about collaborative efforts and communication and creating safe spaces, i'll tell you i feel none of those things anywhere i go. i always feel like i'm sidelined until something better comes along. not here, not on other sites. i just don't see a fucking point in trying to do anything anymore, genuinely
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My sister is a total cunt and around when we were kids, 12 (her) and 15 (me), she became a really big fan of that Jesus guy, but in a ‘if you wear lipstick that’s TOO red you’re clearly a whore who is doing naughty things with the devil’ and ‘all “dark” animals like black cats, snakes, rats, spiders, and bats were sent by the devil himself”. W e had an older home, and the way it was set up is that one of our vents had a chute that went over the porch, and you could look down it and see basically right over the porch itself. This is relevant because I, at the time, really wanted a cat and our parents were considering it. However, cheese cunt (my nickname for her which she hated <3) saw me looking at an adoption page for a black cat. She absolutely lost it and said that I was trying to bring the devil into our home and that I was going to hell and that that cat was evil and going to claw out my eyes in my sleep. We got in a BIG fight over that. By the time we moved out there were still puncture marks in the wall from where she went at me with a fork. Back to the porch and vent. Kind of. I _needed_ to get this bitch, so I recruited two of my good friends who I knew would be ready to commit a fuckery. One of them had a pet snake (which I think she found in her yard and abducted adopted) and she fed him frozen mice and whatnot. Obviously we weren’t going to involve her snake, but the frozen mice? Those were fair game. Her job was to bring the mice and help behind the scenes. My other friend, he’s a big guy, intimidating if you don’t know him, *his* job was to be the devil. We’d found a dead bat in my attic (again old house) and made it look alive with popsicle sticks, then tied it to a string wound through the vent. We planned the fuckery for when our parents were staying at a hotel for their anniversary, so we were home alone all weekend. We had a pizza box as bait outside, with the frozen mice inside arranged in a pentagram. My guy friend was dressed up in a stereotypical grim reaper outfit, big black cloak, white ghoulish face, lantern, the works. We waited around until night, then he rang the door bell and hid, with the pizza box left on the porch, just far out enough that you would have to step outside. Me and my friend were in the bathroom when then happened so that my sister would have to go look. In reality, she was waiting above, ready with the bat, and I was hiding behind the garage door, which was right next to our front door. The moment I hear my sister let go of the door I gently closed it and locked it on her. I heard her scream and the sound of her dropping the pizza box, which was my friends cue to drop the bat on her and dance it around. At this point she’s freaking out and trying to get back inside, screaming and shrieking. I turn off the porch light, and from the shadows across the street, emerges my friend, face dimly lit by the lantern in his hand. I had to muffle my laughter with my fist in my mouth cause my sister is yelling like she’s going to die, which yeah, I can see her thinking that. All my friend had to do was walk across the street and point at her to get her to start crying, and she bolted into our backyard, where she tried to get in through the back door that was unfortunately for her, locked, courtesy of me. We made her stay out there for an hour or so, giving us time to put everything back to normal and sober ourselves up from laughing so hard. Then I let her back in and acted like I didn’t know anything. We got the cat and I named him Pizza.
THIS IS A TRANSFORMERS BLOG
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THIS BLOG IS A SAFE SPACE FOR NON-HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS. HUMAN PASSING MUTANTS DNI
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every time I see a human talking about "how cool it would be to have superpowers" or some shit like that I loose it a little bit more. do these people realize that being a mutant isn't just fun powers. like even beyond the shit I deal with trying to get jobs or all the relationships that have been ruined once people realized I'm a mutant. abilities aren't just fun and games, I have a friend who can't touch people without nearly killing them, I burned down three buildings before someone finally taught me to control my abilities, and these people are all like "wouldn't it be great to fly to work every day??" just admit that you see us as comic book characters and not real people with real struggles
#actually mutant #jay .txt
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self diagnosing is great and all but most of you people aren't telepaths, you're just hyperempathic
#actually mutant #actually telepathic #hyperempathy #crosstagging i know but some of yall need to see this #tilley speaks #it can be dangerous to go around acting like you know peopels actual thoughts when its just your brain
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#vent post #sometimes I get really mad at magneto #like I think he's done a lot for mutant rights and stuff #but I'm so fucking tired of everyone assuming that I'm evil just because of my powers #like jesus not all of us are trying to start atomic wars #some metallokinetics just use their abilities to make cool sculptures #but I can't get a spoon from across the room in front of strangers without someone mentioning jfk
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*physical mutation meaning something that is ALWAYS physical, not just something you can turn off and on whenever
#ig my mutation IS technically physical its just not visible to people most of the time so i feel weird claiming that #but like i was born with the tattoo marks #the powers didnt come till later tho #so idk which to pick
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sploimsh reblogged jesterjuleses
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HEY! shout-out to people with *weird* mutations. Mutations that don't look cool, mutations that are gross, mutations that are dirty, mutations that you can't tell people about because they always cringe. You're just as valid as every other mutant out there. Your powers don't need to be palettable to humans for you to be treated with respect.
#THIS!!! #rb
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god i am so tired of the hypocrisy in this community. the double standards are insane. its okay to have 'scary' powers but the moment someone's abilities are scarier than like, pyrokinesis you're evil and dangerous to be around. 'acceptance' for you people only means nice mutants who've never hurt or scared anyone ever.
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non-mutants can reblog this btw
#srb #actually mutant #getting real tired of this
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okay like. i get that were all about acceptance and pride or w/e but no one in this tag has ever had friends irl i swear. if someone asks you not to read their mind you shouldnt. honestly you shouldnt be using telepathy on people at all without their permission. mutant abilities dont disclude you from respecting peoples boundaries
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i swear to god you people are such hypocrites. its all 'mutant and proud' until someone has a power you dont like. its always about keeping the humans feeling comfortable instead of thinking about how it feels to never use your powers because theyre breaking 'boundaries' that were made up by humans in the first place
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dude do you hear yourself right now
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Hey, I like your point op, but maybe you should stop trying to speak over actual telepaths and let them decide how to use their powers themselves???
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i. i am a telepath.
#duddeeee telepaths are insane #used to be friends with one SO glad i broke that off before it went too bad
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