This house is fucking miserable
Can anyone else just like… not handle germs? At fucking all?
I was walking my dog and picked up her shit like a normal fucking dog owner does and then went home and had a 30 minute mental breakdown cleaning my hands until they were fucking raw
What the fuck
Plan A: transition, marry my bf, get better at writing and turn it into a job
Plan B:
TW - this is a vent poem that contains allusions to topics such as depression, sh, and passive suicidal ideation. It’s not explicitly about religion but it does use a ‘devil’ as a metaphor.
Be safe <3
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There’s a devil on my shoulder
He’s a nasty little thing,
but his whispers are so sweet
A blade tipped with honey, coaxing him to me
I don't remember when he came
Maybe he rode along on the agony of last November
Or maybe he's always been there
Nestled in the back, hiding away in a cloak of laughter
And each day his questions are more and more tempting
When the cloak is stripped away,
When the light of the day fades
I’m left alone to fight this silver tongued enemy.
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Stay safe out there yall, my DMs are open if anyone needs anything.
Remember, it’s never worth it, no matter how tempting it may seem,
Sorry for having symptoms of a mental illness I literally told you I have it will happen again
Ya and then my mom yells at me for it
have we tried sitting completely still in a dark room, my liege?
“You’re such a twink!” no sorry I’m literally just a trans man who doesn’t pass
how on earth can people abuse kids? bro this little thing is the size of your leg. what the hell is wrong with you
„Suicide is selfish“ let me be selfish for once in my life.
Naming a character after your abuser and killing his ass >>>>>>>>>>>