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dni: bpd fetishists
dni: bpd fetishists
the world is terrifying and i need to know that happiness is possible
November 30, 2025 at 9:44 PM
the world is terrifying and i need to know that happiness is possible
i lost my sanity, i lost my body, i lost my heart.
November 30, 2025 at 9:12 PM
i lost my sanity, i lost my body, i lost my heart.
Word of advice, if you ever find yourself missing them and you wanna reach out, just remember; during all the late night facetimes and thousands of text messages, and through all the laughs and good memories, they knew exactly how they were gonna hurt you.
November 30, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Word of advice, if you ever find yourself missing them and you wanna reach out, just remember; during all the late night facetimes and thousands of text messages, and through all the laughs and good memories, they knew exactly how they were gonna hurt you.
i can't be a giver anymore. i want to be loved, nourished, taken care of, spoiled and prioritized. not just by words, by actions too
November 30, 2025 at 8:10 PM
i can't be a giver anymore. i want to be loved, nourished, taken care of, spoiled and prioritized. not just by words, by actions too
But why do I lie awake each night thinking
Instead of you, it should be me?
Instead of you, it should be me?
November 30, 2025 at 7:36 PM
But why do I lie awake each night thinking
Instead of you, it should be me?
Instead of you, it should be me?
it lingers for your whole life. it will drown you. you will become it.
November 30, 2025 at 7:03 PM
it lingers for your whole life. it will drown you. you will become it.
i miss the life i complained about
November 30, 2025 at 6:29 PM
i miss the life i complained about
even when i am happy, it sometimes happens that the slightest things can tip me into nonspecific sadness when i am alone.
November 30, 2025 at 5:56 PM
even when i am happy, it sometimes happens that the slightest things can tip me into nonspecific sadness when i am alone.
i'm tired of being entertainment
November 30, 2025 at 5:19 PM
i'm tired of being entertainment
you ever think to yourself, 'why me?'
November 30, 2025 at 4:42 PM
you ever think to yourself, 'why me?'
That’s why I’m not afraid of anything. So long as I have a place in someone’s heart…
November 30, 2025 at 4:13 PM
That’s why I’m not afraid of anything. So long as I have a place in someone’s heart…
Do you regret the things we shared that I'll never forget?
November 30, 2025 at 3:38 PM
Do you regret the things we shared that I'll never forget?
nothing hurts more than seeing myself again in the same situation after getting better for a while.
November 30, 2025 at 2:59 PM
nothing hurts more than seeing myself again in the same situation after getting better for a while.
in another universe， i am easier to love.
November 30, 2025 at 2:25 PM
in another universe， i am easier to love.
I don’t know how to repay you. I don’t have anything to give.
November 30, 2025 at 1:53 PM
I don’t know how to repay you. I don’t have anything to give.
Please don't take pity on me
November 30, 2025 at 1:17 PM
Please don't take pity on me
how to turn the anger into lonely,
the lonely into busy.
the lonely into busy.
November 30, 2025 at 12:44 PM
how to turn the anger into lonely,
the lonely into busy.
the lonely into busy.
i wish that this would go away but when i'm done singing this song i will have to find something else to do to keep me here
November 30, 2025 at 12:13 PM
i wish that this would go away but when i'm done singing this song i will have to find something else to do to keep me here
i don't want to just survive anymore， mom. it hurts it hurts it hurts， mom.
November 30, 2025 at 11:05 AM
i don't want to just survive anymore， mom. it hurts it hurts it hurts， mom.
i suppose there is also intimacy in the moment where a lover becomes an enemy, though it is tough to say when it happens. probably when there is a song you can’t remember them living inside of anymore,
November 30, 2025 at 9:56 AM
i suppose there is also intimacy in the moment where a lover becomes an enemy, though it is tough to say when it happens. probably when there is a song you can’t remember them living inside of anymore,
i turned myself into a victim of my own romanticization
November 30, 2025 at 9:19 AM
i turned myself into a victim of my own romanticization
i quietly climb back upstairs because, as time passes and as i spot my parents doing young, lighthearted things, i’m overrun by some cruel and preoccupying sense that i’m watching the memory of them.
November 30, 2025 at 8:47 AM
i quietly climb back upstairs because, as time passes and as i spot my parents doing young, lighthearted things, i’m overrun by some cruel and preoccupying sense that i’m watching the memory of them.
and i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me.
November 30, 2025 at 8:10 AM
and i don't want your pity, i just want somebody near me.