name a more iconic duo than rick riordan and doing queer people, disabled people, and poc dirty

me vs the sudden urge to slit my wrists

wristcutter:

what do you mean my constant jokes about killing myself are sad and disturbing

it-started-over-drarry:

Here’s a thread with information about Aokigahara (The Suicide Forest in Japan) by the lovely user flavordays on Twitter. If you needed proof of how much of a scumbag Logan Paul is, here it is.

42,39, and 5 >:3

5 – post your favourite selfie

this was me realizing i had the outfit to cosplay robert and also my eyes are rlly red for reason i don’t know of. also i like the jacket.

39 – What was the worst?

i’ve attempted suicide the most times out of any this year, and my self harm habits have been worse, along with All of my mental illnesses

42 – What are you most proud of accomplishing?

i’ve written a lot this year! also i didn’t die i guess

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people call him selfish
they are wrong.
after all, isn’t putting something out of its misery
kind and empathetic?
maybe they’re the selfish ones,
forcing him to suffer
just because they can’t stand for him to leave
it’s the right thing to do, is it not?
an infected limb with its infection spreading
is necessary to cut off
isn’t it the same with a brain?
if things are only getting worse
the best thing to do is end the suffering
why wallow in the pain
when you could take it away?
it’s only logical to end it.
it’ll only ever continue till then.
after every high comes a crash
worse than the one before it.
why is everyone making it so hard on him?
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let him be happy.

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let him be happy.

tragic apathy

everything is shattering,
crumbling,
into nothing
but dust,
dust that is carried away,
away from him,
away from what he once was,
what they once were
a love seat sits in a corner,
glazed with dust
clothing that were once his lie forgotten,
on the wooden ﬂoor,
glazed with dust
his eyes gaze unblinkingly
at the plain white ceiling,
glazed with dust
he lie,
ﬁnding no reason to move
moonlight ﬁlters in through an opened window,
basking him in a soft light,
basking the room in a soft light,
except the corners glazed with dust
through the window,
a breeze enters,
it takes him,
an iron grip,
it won’t let go
the dust swirls,
coating the walls,
tightening,
tightening,
tightening,
from the grip he falls,
nothing but dust

aquaphobia

i had always been afraid of the ocean.
how ironic this fear of mine was.
it was never the ocean that would drown me.
it was myself.
i was trapped in a room, flooding with nothing but emptiness,
an emptiness that i had thrusted upon myself.
it was unbearable,
the way it rose,
and my lack of ability to prevent it.
i couldn’t hold my breath
as sorrow and regret filled my lungs,
leaving me gasping for a way to forget
even if i could flail,
not a single thing could see me,
secluded by thick fog and rising tides,
choking on every mistake
my pathetic ass had to make
as i could no longer stand the flood,
everything ended.
i could still feel the presence in my room and lungs
but it no longer hurt.
a nearly unsettling calm flowed over me,
leaving me floating alone,
eyes nearly closed with tired, heavy lids.
i pondered subconsciously,
about how i ended up here,
broken and faded
it was in these last few minutes that i realized:
i had been sinking since the start