frasinfinite
There's always a story. All stories are true.
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De vez em quando, a solidão acerta em cheio o peito, me tira o ar, e forma em mim um nó tão difícil que perdura por dias no meu intestino e essência. De vez em quando, nessas horas, eu me pego pensando como seria mais fácil se eu pudesse simplesmente me apaixonar por você. Mas de nada adianta pensar assim, a doce ilusão que criei de você não serviria para desatar o nó e me deixar leve.
é sobre isso
O LEGAL DO TUMBLR É QUE NOIS TAMO TUDO FALANDO SOZINHO ACHANDO QUE ALGUEM TA LENDO ALGUMA COISA
i'm currently the saddest i've ever been, haven't said a word to other people since yesterday, and oddly enough the TMA episode about the lonely domain (MAG 168: Quiet) is the first thing in a week that is making me breathe a little better.
Decided to put all card on one picture. If you want to see high resolutions just use “The Entities Cards” tag when on my blog :)
acho que nunca estive tão mal. São noites sem sono, dias sem energia. As vezes eu queria só sumir, assim ninguém precisava a desgraça acontecer. Saí de casa pensando que não seria má ideia smplesmente não voltar, porque assim eu não precisava olhar pra esses rostos e ver a decepção, a piedade, a dó. Não precisava sentir.
sabe qual é o mais foda?
É que esperam de mim uma relação que simplesmente nunca existiu.
A culpa não é minha se eles não ficaram perto o suficiente pra eu aprender a chamá-los de família.
Então não adianta pedir que eu faça isso agora quando isso nunca aconteceu.
The Shape was not available for comment as I could find no one willing to speak to it…or even meet my eye when I mentioned it. It has occurred to me that I may be the only one able to see it. Now that I think about it, I have also never bothered to actually check whether this mic is attached to any sort of recording or broadcasting device. And it is possible that I am alone in an empty universe, speaking to no one, unaware that the world is held aloft merely by my delusions and my smooth, sonorous voice. More on this story as it develops, I say, possibly only to myself.
...
And now a continuation of our previous investigation into whether I am literally the only person in the world, speaking to myself in a fit of madness caused by my inability to admit the tragedy of my own existence.
there's faith, and there's sleep. we need to pick one, please because
faith is to be awake and to be awake is for us to think and for us to think is to be alive and I'll try with every right to come across like I'm dying to let you know you need to
try
to
think.
hi I'm drunk and gay and I can only say that I'm gay when I'm drunk otherwise I'll have another fucking crisis and end up just thinking of myself as a disappointment to everyone as usual
today i read a thing about anxiety being your illusion of control over something you couldn't possibly control. it made me cry, but not because I could relate
it was because it reminded me that I don't have control and that fucking terrifies me
and because it reminded me that maybe if I was a little bit less like me, maybe I could have a bit more of that control
🌅💖
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sometimes i like to imagine i'm some side character of a random fantasy story, with short white hair and all the courage and cleverness i lack.
it's nice, it only hurts when that fantasy needs to give room to the real deal. but it's better than being always in this reality, constantly afraid.
…ew i caught feelings again
can someone take this away from me. this feeling
i dont want this all over again
please let me look at my hands and see just a hand again, and not what made all of this
please don't let me drown again. don't put me in there again. the stars were pretty but it was so dark
please
What happened in 4 hours is sped to 1 minute. #SuperBlueBloodMoon
Me: I like my coffee like I like my men
Also me: I only drink tea
