Yall Ever Wake Up In A Cold Sweat Over A Dream About Someone You Talked To A Year Ago?
yall ever wake up in a cold sweat over a dream about someone you talked to a year ago?
boutta lose it
(if you know me irl you’re not allowed to question me about this im too humiliated)
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“The way people treat you is a statement of who they are as a human being. It’s not a statement about you.”
— Unknown
Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"
ideas from@/ a.dykeotomy on tiktok!!
“sneezed”
“got poked in the eye”
“turns out fish don’t fear me at all….he just came right up to me..”
“inflation”
“wouldn’t you like to know weather boy”(a classic imo)
“too powerful”
“some freak named Dave.”
“fucked around….found out.”
“Geese.”
Some funny/less paltable things you can say when people invasively ask why you have a mobility aid!
"It's a weapon."
Ignore them
Something dramatic like "Oh I was attacked by a shark" or "I got caught in a zombie apocalypse"
"It's to spice up my outfit"
"I tried to build an army of insert favorite animal and they turned on me :("
"What insert mobility aid?"
"Why do you have an insert mobility aid?"
"Why do you not have an insert mobility aid"
"Do I know you?"
"Yeah I guess I just couldn't wait for my 60s"
"Just to bother you."
"Just to confuse you."
"Wouldn't you like to know"
"I went through a wildly traumatic experience, thanks for asking"
RB/comment your go-to when somebody asks about your mobility aid!
in a song i heard the lyrics
“he only loves me when I rot with him”
and those words tested their way through my being until they rested in the wound I cannot touch, cannot heal, and cannot see.
Rotting
love
two words i’ve often always associated with eachother despite a part of me believing in the purity of love.
A purity i reach for but cannot touch, perhaps one i never can.
“he” only loves me when i rot with “him”
when my eyes lose light as the mention of his name and i have to remind myself that i’m no longer rotting.
But it’s hard to believe that when a part of you is still stained in his sheets, when the taste is still in your mouth, when you see him when you close your eyes.
rotting
when my bones pierced my skin, my body rejecting what he gives me, shaking, when he gets near.
He only loves me when I rot when i’m sick
when he can manipulate and lie
with him.
Being chronically ill is like having a curse where every 4 hours you get a random status effect, and most of which are debuffs.
Also you only have 1 action per day and long rests heal 2 hp. You're cooked.
