#disassociation
♦️♠️♦️█ ░ i will...never...understand...the fascinati0n...with "0uting" pe0ple...wh0 call themselves s0mething different...than what they used t0 be called...what if i hated my name? what if seeing it used made me feel like i was dying 0ver and 0ver and 0ver in a hundred b0dies that didnt feel like mine anym0re than the 0ne i had...? what if calling myself s0mething else is the 0nly way i get t0 feel...me? ପ(∗´ര ˰ ര`∗)ଓ ▒ ▓♦️♠️♦️
pathetically curling up remembering my brothers death but feeling too out of it to really cry or anything so i just disassociate thinking about him and if i love or hate him and if im happy or sad hes dead even though there is no real answer #incest #disassociation
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @watchingauthor screams Broke Your Focus. Everything Felt Sluggish. What Shades Were On Your Hands? Everything Smells Like Blood.. You Blink Too Slow. They Tasted Blood As Well. It Was Hard To Think. You Managed To Barely Look At Who Was Cornered And Stared At A Blurry Image. It Seemed Like They Were Leaving. You Stayed On The Ground. You Felt Something In Your Teeth.. There Was Broken Toy Pieces All Around In Grass. They Were More Than Fifth Your Size. It Was Silly.. You Wonder Why That Troll Ran.. There Was Splinters And Olives And Was It Olives ...Read more
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@megaloMemes a memory, yet to come you saw her hit the ground or, what was left of her, that version of "you" gone, turned to dust, another body to the piles that litter your land so, many thousands of yourself dead, youd think maybe youd grown past caring about it but this one *HURT* like no other, watching the wind slowly carry her away, off to the stars above you you weep you scream you dare not dream she was you, once, maybe in another life, she watched you vanish all the same and maybe, youll be her one day, drifting off to the...Read more