Nov 18, 2022
How I got into anime
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How I got into anime
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my friends be like “i know a place” and then take me to therapy :)
I’ve been off tumblr for a hot minute and I come back to likes on two specific posts...you guys are thirty, let me tell you that
I never use Tumblr anymore and it makes me sad.. there are so many restrictions online now and you get get blocked/banned for posting or saying certain things and it's just exhausting worry about it. I miss when the internet was still cool and things were simpiler.. but hey, what can ya do?
Your smile just now lit up my whole world, it was the most genuine smile I've ever seen on your face...
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there’s nothing i understand less
than the feeling everyone searches for
can it even exist in my world
or just be forever out of reach
a shitty poem
it is driving 60 on a 35,
with a blunt in one hand
and a death wish in the other.
it is numbness in the morning,
it is numbness in the evening,
it is numbness after dark.
till it burns.
when it burns,
i want to tear apart
every place you touched
so i no longer have the
memory.
it is everything and nothing,
swirling around in my head
till i get so exhausted of
the thought of you,
i run away to escape them.
it is disappointment.
and the feeling of failure.
it is never being good enough.
it is so much,
so much more than this.
hurting doesn’t even begin to explain the
off and on again
burning within my skin.