Anonymous asked:
overthere-in-neverland answered:
Hahaha this is wonderful, yeah of course haha I hope your hand is okay. Thanks for requesting xx
I BROKE ALL 3 FINGERS but thanks anyways
La Dispute // A Broken JarSo here it goes,
One last letter now. One last attempt to make sense.
Who have I been writing to? I’m not sure anymore.
What have I been trying to accomplish?
It’s a mystery, I guess. Self-made secrecy.
Things get cloudy and now all these stories and
The struggle as an undercurrent, both get blurry by the minute both get blurrier.
So, which voice is this then that I’ve been writing in? Is it my own or his?
Has there ever been a difference between them at all?
I don’t know. I don’t know.
One last desperate plea. One last verse to sing.
One last laugh track to accompany the comedy.
Have I been losing it completely? Losing sanity?
Or has it been fabricated, fashioned by the worst of me?
I know I knocked the table over because I watched the jar break
and I’ve been trying to repair it every single stupid day
But won’t the cracks still show no matter how well it’s assembled
can I ever just decide to let it die and let you go?
All my motives and every single narrative below reflects
that moment when it broke and will I never let it go
No matter what? Now I am throwing all the shards away,
discarding every fragment, and fumbling uncertain towards a Curtain call
that no one wants to happen,
that no ones going to clap for at all, but that still has to be.
“Alone”
By Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood’s hour I have not been
As others were—I have not seen
As others saw—I could not bring
My passions from a common spring—
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow—I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone—
And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—
Then—in my childhood—in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From ev’ry depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still—
From the torrent, or the fountain—
From the red cliff of the mountain—
From the sun that ’round me roll’d
In its autumn tint of gold—
From the lightning in the sky
As it pass’d me flying by—
From the thunder, and the storm—
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view—
it took me 16 whole years to realise that the “st” in 1st, the “nd” in 2nd and the “rd”in 3rd is because itS THE LAST 2 LETTERS OF THE WORDS
WHAT.
what the fuck did you think it was
one time we got a new kid in fifth grade and he walks right in and sticks his hand under the stapler and staples his hand and just looks at the teacher and goes “I’m going to the nurse” and leaves
Anonymous asked:
theproserpina answered:
Well i’m actually 20 this week, and they’re tattooed on my arm not my hand and also i fucking hate miniature humans so i guess thats that problem solved then, hey, motherfucker?
a friendly tip: if you feel the urge to self harm get an ice cube and hold it in your hand for a while. it relieves the compulsion in a less destructive way. therapists have used this with their patients and i have tried it myself it works pretty well
Okay wow this is now my favourite post on Tumblr. Signal boost into infinity.
My mom’s a therapist and she recommends this to people all the time
THERE’S THIS JAPANESE EXCHANGE STUDENT IN MY MATH CLASS AND HE SITS NEXT TO ME AND TODAY I HAD MY HAND RAISED FOR LIKE 15 MINUTES BUT MY TEACHER DIDNT PICK ON ME SO I SAID “notice me senpai” AND THE JAPANESE EXCHANGE STUDENT TURNS TO ME AND STARTS LAUGHING AND HE BARLEY SPEAKS ENGLISH AND IM STILL EMBARRASSED
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
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