If You Use Chatgpt Genuinely I View You As An Imbacile.

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)

i will now be sharing poetry

spent a week offline and write poetry, the real question is do I share that madness under the guise of “girlblogging”

Reblog is this is a safe space for the identities theses flags represent pls follow too

Hehehe I’m a demiboy <3

i was not made for this world, spiritually and physically I stand out of place.

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.

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.

spent a week offline and write poetry, the real question is do I share that madness under the guise of “girlblogging”

Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World

“You’re so strong for that..”

Thanks but that’s not all I am, let me be sad, frustrated, fearful, or even God Forbid- let me be soft.