Latest Posts by countthefighters - Page 8
To want and be wanted
I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF BEING BRAVE! I AM SO FUCKING TIRED OF SURVIVING! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? AM I BEING TOO QUIET OR HAS MY WHINING BEGAN TO SOUND LIKE WHITE NOISE? I AM TIRED OF BEING BRAVE. I AM TIRED OF FEELING INHUMAN AND CALLING IT SURVIVAL. I AM TIRED OF BEING BRAVE. DID YOU HEAR ME? CAN YOU?
2024 is a terrible year to be a henchman. The word "minion" is barely usable and you can't even say "goon" anymore.
“Human relationships are strange. I mean, you are with one person a while, eating and sleeping and living with them, loving them, talking to them, going places together, and then it stops”
— Charles Bukowski
on friends and soulmates and that type of love that feels like it's going to burst right out of your heart
@/zmije / @/leptodiera / @/bichopalo / lyrics from two best friends by bb bean / animatedjames on youtube / @/killingmyselfbutnotdying / unknown / @/sadiekane / friedrich neitzsche / katfish draws / @/elytrians / @/wormbus-art aka @/angel-pond / @/mushysuggestion / the unsent project / mhairi mcfarlane / unknown
Shed your old skin or die in it
Yearning for what I can’t have. Premature and doomed.
Wish I could post about something happier but unfortunately my mind is riddled with The Memories
It’s so over dude
ok i’m locked in and riddled with shame. lowkey need to stfu
i think and feel so deeply, and i’m terrified that no one understands. i am terrified
i am being too much and i am scared and i have never wanted to pull away more in my life. i know it’s just self sabotage but i’m so so scared
also side note: fuck shia lebouf btw
just finished watching honey boy and what the fuck. all i did was cry for the last 30 minutes of that movie. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a movie that horrifically, yet beautifully relatable.
just finished watching honey boy and what the fuck. all i did was cry for the last 30 minutes of that movie. i don’t think i’ve ever watched a movie that horrifically, yet beautifully relatable.
i love my friends so much!!!
i see the universe in their eyes, the warmth in their smiles, the love in their hearts. i am so glad i have people that allow me to love them.
anyway, just wanted to post something more lighthearted.
losing appetite because you're sad is the worst feeling ever.
„if they wanted to, they would“
yes, but you can‘t expect someone to know how you feel loved. everyone’s perception of love is different. you still have to communicate how you feel, what you care about, how you feel valued and seen. don‘t throw away something that could turn out great just because it doesn‘t fit right from the beginning.
Kim Addonizio, “The Singing”, Tell Me
hey google what do you do when you were supposed to be dead by now but now shit is serious and you genuinely have to consider college and your future
take me out back and give me the old yeller special atp i’m fed up dawg
i wish and i wish and i wish but it will never make things return to the way they used to be. i can wish all i want, but it will never be enough. i wish for the same thing every time: to be special to someone again. i know i shouldn’t tell you because now it won’t come true, but i think i was doomed anyway.
did it ever mean anything to you?
the adolescent kisses in the dark, the shared cigarettes, the late nights, the early mornings, the drunken words, the secrets only we knew, the gifts, the letters, the “i love you”s and shared wardrobes really meant nothing?
was i always that disposable?
i know i wasn’t what you wanted, but i thought that maybe i could be what you needed. i know that’s selfish, i’m sorry. you were everything to me. the light in the inescapable darkness, the sugar in my coffee, the luck of finding a $20 bill on the ground. you were everything valuable in my world. everything worth living for.
i know now that our legacy is nothing but tainted memories and forgotten polaroids, and i know i should shelf the image of you, but i can’t help but miss you. i miss my boyfriend, i miss my best friend. no one knows me like you did, and i’m terrified no one else ever will.
i know to you it was just one summer and some change, but to me it was the most idyllic period of my life. it was the summer of love, though later unrequited. did you ever mean it when you told me you loved me?
whatever i’m just rambling and stuff, no one really sees these posts anyway. i just miss the feeling of being special to someone.
i feel so gross. so rotten, i almost feel dead in a way. it feels as though i’m not living, merely drifting through my existence. i haven’t cleaned my room in weeks, i haven’t done any of my assignments, i haven’t been reading, i haven’t been writing, i just haven’t been able to do anything for weeks now. i’ve been getting angry with my friends and the people i love the most, and it’s never justified so i swallow it. but i feel so cruel for being irritated by those i hold so close. i am so scared. i am so, so scared. i should be better, and i am in some areas, but overall things haven’t improved much for me internally. i don’t know. i just feel so separated from everything and everyone.
I think what I need
To go to someones house, invited ofc. I take my shoes off and change into indoor clothes. They offer me a spot on their bed and I oblige.
What it is that Im needing though, is to be pulled into an embrace. They rest myself on themself and I dont know like.. Play with my hair or something
Cringe cringe cringe crine
Le sigh we cringe on