Posting On Tumblr Is Like Yapping Into The Void Except The Void Is Filled With Ship Posts Of Grown Men

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 wish I liked myself

feeling

Maybe you’re wishing for the wrong things.

who else up decaying

Adam: *speaks* Lawrence: 🙄🤦‍♂️

SAW (2004) dir. James Wan

I am so jealous of those who have hope. I am so envious of those who continue to search for light when everything around them is enveloped in darkness. I wish I could see something in me that would make me believe in a future for myself. When I think about the future, it is nothingness. A void, an old, empty blackboard with no chalk to write anything new. I can’t see past falling asleep with the metallic scent of blood lingering, I can’t see past going to bed with sore eyes, I can’t see past waking up with nothing but heavy shoulders, and I can’t see past spending every waking moment aching. I am so scared this all leads to nothing. I am so scared that I will be nothing.

I feel like I am wasting every second of my life, I feel like I have dissected myself into nothing but a disordered mess, acutely aware of my flaws and bad habits, with nothing to rectify my sins. I feel like I’m just wearing down everyone and everything around me. My violence is slowly creeping its way to center stage, and everyone sees it. People see how destructive I am. I feel like I break everything I touch, a perverted Midas.

And this is all very selfish of me, I am sorry for this. Spilling over, asking for more. I always want more and more and more. I want too much, and that is my tragedy.

“idgaf” “i’m winning the idgaf war”

YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO GIVE A FUCK!! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE!! YOU DON’T HAVE TO PRETEND!! SOMETIMES WE ARE TENDER FOR THE WRONG PEOPLE BUT WE HAVE TO MOVE ON!! BE VULNERABLE AND MOVE ON!!