Syn • They/Them • Adult • ♓ sun, ♐ moon, ♎ rising. Year of the Earth Snake. INFJ. Mostly reblogs and screaming. Check out my side blog here for DC content and x Reader fanfiction.
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Moon Angel by Rinotuna
being plural is crazy because you do the most mundane shit and have a bunch of people making live commentary on it like they’re streamers making reaction content
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i don’t know if i’m fighting demons or if i am the demon at this point
„but you survived“ but i didn’t want to lol. i wasn’t supposed to. i hate that i did. i’m angry that i did. i want the pain to go away so badly.
I'm sure being alive isn't supposed to be this painful
it is what it is *proceeds to puke from anxiety*
HI MY NAM IS EBONY DARK'NESS DEMENTIA RAVEN WAY ADN TDAY IM STEBBIN JUILIUS CEEZER FOR BEIN A PREP, WESH ME LUCK EMOS!!!!
the fundamental problem on this website is that if a homeless person tried to talk to most of y’all you’d be scared out of your minds
"I'm just a girl", "girl math", "girl dinner", "divine feminine energy", "bimbocore", "clean girl", "girl's girl", "girlfriend brain" SHUT UPPP!!! SHUTT THE FUCKKKK UPPPPPP !!!!
no offence but I hate when people my age start projecting their own fears and ideas about aging and youth onto me. girl sorry but I’m young and beautiful if you think women in their late 20s onwards are worthless old hags who have run out of time that’s a personal problem
idk thinking about how sometimes you have to show up for people you aren't that close to, because sometimes you're just the person who's there. sometimes you invite a new friend to a party and end up having to sit with them through a panic attack. sometimes you run into an acquaintance on their worst day and they need to talk about what happened. sometimes someone is crying in a stairwell and you're the only one around to ask if they're okay. and none of this is "trauma dumping" or whatever the fuck it's just being there for people because you're the one in the room with them.
VIOLENCE!! VIOLENCE AND HURTING :((
but its okay! beacuse i trapped them in a gif
well i guess that's fine
Maybe this therapy shit is working
this comic was originally meant to be a metaphor about my current depressive slump, but o was ironically too depressed to do more than 7 pages. i also didn't realize that it's kind of just Kafka's Metamorphosis but ✨for girls✨
abled bodied people also need to understand that, for physically disabled people resting isn't "free time" that you can use up with assigning us tasks or duties because you're busy. it's an essential part of managing disability and some of us have a hard limit that we're avoiding by having days where we do nothing.
healthcare should not have a weight limit.
You can tell how hungry for blood the tumblr userbase is this year by looking at how early in the month the Ides of March posts are being made
To truly, successfully eroticize the monstrous you must be brave enough to make the object in question actually ugly. At the heart of the fantasy is a person whose very form is so profoundly unacceptable that there is significant social stigma attendant upon finding them attractive - a person who feels deeply their own repulsiveness, who expects universal rejection for their appearance - and, crucially, another person who treats them as if they are beautiful.
For this to be effective, the monstrous character can't just be plain - they have to be wildly, fascinatingly unacceptable - prodigiously, fantastically, sublimely ugly. If you're anxious about the character not being hot you'll never pull it off because the entire fantasy is about not being afraid.
god dammit, just battled an ancient evil too powerful to defeat alongside my heroic allies and now they're all talking about "locking it away" and "binding it in a vessel" we are soooooo fucked
One thing that helped me in life is like realizing that everybody else gets away with being ugly. Everybody else gets away with confronting people. Everybody else gets away with accidentally bothering people. Don’t worry about anything ever lol
the tragedy of tumblr is you will inevitably meet people who you should be having a sleepover with. you should be rolling around on their floor and rummaging through their fridge and watching shitty movies with. you should be shopping with should be going out to a cafe with should be wandering through the aquarium with. people who you should be experiencing quotidian joys with... and you cannot! because they live one million miles away
I don't know. I just don't know