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Into the Abyss


28 | Australia | trans
gay | demisexual

(he/him)

I'm mentally ill, disabled, and I just want a fucking break from everything.

I also love dragons.



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screamingbingusthecromulentone:

iapislazuli:

iapislazuli:

idk what traumatized or mentally ill person needs to hear this but dreams (especially the really disturbing ones you dont want to talk about to anybody) arent some deep peek into your psyche or a sign of your True Desires or whatever theyre quite literally your brain making fruit salad with whatever it can find on the shelf. just putting all that shit in a blender and hitting obliterate. its fine, youre fine, youre not a weirdo for it

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Actually forget what I said. This dream is more important than anything

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i had a dream last night where dwayne the rock johnson got an abortion

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austimpowerz:

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MOODBOARD FOR WHEN SHIT IS FUCK

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da-boy-o-kultur:

realtacuardach:

One difference between the Lord of the Rings books and the Peter Jackson films that I find really interesting is what the hobbits find when they return to the Shire.

In the books, they return from the War, only to see that the war has not left their home untouched. Not only has it not left their home unscathed, battle and conflict is still actively ravaging the Shire. They return, weary and battle-scarred, to find a home actively wounded and in need of rescue and healing. All four launch themselves into defending their home and rousting those harming it, and eventually succeed. But their idyllic home has been damaged, and even once healed, is never quite again the Shire they set out to save.

In contrast, in the Jackson films, they return to a Shire shockingly untouched by the horrors of war. The hobbits of the Shire talk, in the Green Dragon in Fellowship of the Ring, about not getting involved with issues “beyond our borders,” and it seems those issues have not invaded their sanctuary. After having been bowed to by kings, dwarves, elves, and men alike at the coronation in Gondor, their only acknowledgment upon returning home is a skeptical head shake from an older hobbit.

One of the most poignant scenes to me in Return of the King (and there are a considerable amount) is the scene where Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin are sitting in the Green Dragon. The pub patrons bustle around them, talking loudly, clapping excitedly, drinking cheerfully, just as they had in the beginning of the story. But the four hobbits sit silently, watching almost curiously at what was once familiar but is now foreign to them. Their home has not changed. But they have.

Which is the deeper hurt? To come to your home to find it irrevocably changed, despite all you did to keep it untouched and the same? Or to return home but no longer feeling at home, because it is only you that is irrevocably changed?

In a way you could probably use the War analogy for two countries, UK and US. It was nowhere near to the extent of WW2 but Britain was bombed during WW1 so the country Tolkien returned to was damaged by the war. Meanwhile the American soldiers who returned to the States found themselves in a place unchanged by the war, but they themselves were changed.

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It hurts that me being triggered and emotionally vulnerable affected his feelings towards me in the first place. I‘m still quite hurt and sad even after all the time. I’m so fucking tired. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.

Fuck him. He abandoned me and broke my fucking heart. I fucking deserve better.

I just want to be loved.

chaser:

bradspace2000:

Alright, because we’re currently in the middle of ANOTHER mass influx of twitter users, I feel like we need to share some ground rules again:

1. This is a retirement village. The average age on this hellsite is over 30 now, and the energy levels match that. Long gone are the days of flame wars and discourse, so if you try to bring that back from Twitter you’re going to get hard candy thrown at you.

2. I repeat again for emphasis, your twitter mobs are not the vibe here. We like frogs and cottagecore, and breaking news via Destiel memes. Leave your pitchforks at the door.

3. The algorithm here is the enemy, nobody wants it and we do our best to ignore it. This isn’t twitter and its dopamine fueled cascade of breaking drama. Posts from 15 years ago still circulate regularly and still get added to. Feel free to reblog it for the 50th time.

4. The one rule here is “Yes And” - you see a post, you reblog and add to it. What if that post is about a fake 1950s Scorsese mobster movie? Doesn’t matter, jump on the Yes-And cowboy, we’re making it real.

5. NO CELEBRITIES, NO BRANDS, NO INFLUENCERS. We don’t stand for that kind of thing around these parts. Yes we have Neil Gaiman, Lynda Carter, Will Wheaton and The Chaser, but they are more just part of the furniture at this point (and I’m pretty sure the latter only log on when they’re drunk)

6. Try to have fun. I know we’ve all been scarred by the fires of Reddit, Facebook and Twitter but this site and its users does actually try to make the internet an enjoyable place to hang out, so please pull up a chair and join us.

how drae you cal us durnk!

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sketchdeath:

i think i should be allowed to try adderall. just for like a day

tragicfaggots:

person w adhd experiencing symptoms of adhd: why the fuck can’t I do this thing . I wish there was some explanation for this

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gummyslime:

s/o to the artists on tumblr that spend hours making art and only get three notes if theyre lucky. youre still awesome and your art is still fantastic

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