None of this is easy. I can’t stay, yet I can’t walk away. Walking away would crush me, as if I was being buried alive. The dirt upon me, heavy and slowing down my every attempt at escape. The more I struggle the more it piles.
I cough, more, and more, and more. The ground you walk on itself is in my lungs. I keep thinking, “I’m going to die,” but I don’t. I am suffocating but the same force killing me is keeping me alive, prolonging the anxiety and the hurt. And the coughing.
All I’ve inhaled is the dirt but what comes out is smoke. For what feels like an eternity I continue to go through the achingly long process of dying without death, and I come to the conclusion that maybe exhaling is always easier than inhaling.
The pain is stabbing and burning and aching. I feel my body giving up. I feel my brain giving up. I have given up. I’m tired of fighting. Does giving up help? No. Does the suffering stop? No. But now all I can do is lay here. I’m still here yet the world continues to spin without me. I am completely alone, no one knowing of my predicament. Life goes on without me.
Adding to this,
YOU ALSO CANNOT HATE YOURSELF INTO A BETTER PERSON
i repeat
YOU CANNOT HATE YOURSELF INTO BECOMING A BETTER PERSON.
REMEMBER THIS.
what im learning is that you cannot avoid your way into a life you enjoy
The road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions the road to hell is paved with good intentions
overgrown
TUMBLR I NEED YOUR HELP, I'M GONNA COMMISSION A FRIEND WHO'S AN ARTIST SOON AND I HAD THE PERFECT REFERENCE AND I CAN'T FIND IT ANYMORE, I'M PRETTY SURE I SAW IT HERE, IT WAS A COLORED DIGITAL DRAWING OF A BLONDE MAN WITH BLOODY HANDS AND HAD VERY DRAMATIC LIGHTNING LIKE HALF DARKNESS-HALF LIGHT AND THE MAN WAS A SOLDIER OR SMTH IDK HE HAD A WEIRD DND-ESQUE/MEDIEVAL GREEN UNIFORM WITH BROWN PARTS AND THE EXPRESSION HE HAD ON HIS FACE WAS AMAZING, LIKE THE MOST PATHETIC DEER IN HEADLIGHTS POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW FACE I'VE EVER SEEN OMG, PLEASE CAN SOMEONE HELP ME FIND IT???
UPDATE: IT WAS THIS MOTHERFUCKER
Hey so i think i found the character?? i've done some digging and apparently it comes from the Pathologic games, but i still haven't found the Art i was referring to, I don't know anything about pathologic but oh great and mighty pathologic Fandom i summon you! Pls help 😭😭
Credit for this amazing art as well goes to @ukropstales @ukstls i think, idk if they're the same person on tumblr i found the art on an online print shop
Also if anyone knows the name of the character that'd make it easier for me to find the piece i'm looking for, is the name of the character Haruspex or smth??
UPDATE 2: I FOUND IT, THANK YOU SO MUCH @affable-square BRB GONNA REBLOG THE ORIGINAL ART BY @al-norton WHICH I HAVE SEARCHED EVERYWHERE FOR AGES!!!!
I'll update this post when i commission my friend, it might take a while tho but stay tuned!
Robert Bly, "Depression," from A Mind Apart: Poems of Melancholy, Madness, and Addiction
I picked up embroidery in 2020 and have really enjoyed translating paintings into thread. I'm working on a series of messed up eyeballs that I love
I've been living in some of vacuum lately, keep feeling myself slipping further away from myself, from this world, from every living thing around me. I'm falling and I don't know what to hold onto anymore.
Help me, I'm afraid.
I don't feel better after crying and the dark feels kinda light lately. Like it's nothing anymore.
There's voices in my head and I don't know how to explain to them that I do want to keep living. My feet wander and I don't think I like where they want me to go.
I'm afraid.
My doctor after hearing me describe my symptoms
anybody else in here feel like they're constantly and involuntarily calculating their every thought and action. and doing it wrong
Vent blog, I do not encourage anyone to hurt themselves in any way shape or form, if you're not ok, there's hope. Reach out to someone, don't be like me making a secret vent blog instead
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