You ever feel like you’re just not as connected to anyone like you were previously?
Like you’re close with a certain set of people in the sense that you’ve known each other for so long and you’ve been through a lot with them, but you aren’t close with them in a sense that you can have a conversation and not let it die within a minute of talking.
This is how I feel everyday.
My friends, family, everyone. I feel connected to no one anymore, and the loneliness is actually starting to kill me deep down. Each day that passes, I feel myself becoming more and more clouded and desperate to feel at least a little closer to someone.
I’m tired of having these fantasies and other delusions that I am famous and loved and accepted like I want to be.
In fact, I’m hopelessly scrolling through stupid dating apps silently praying that I can get a connection with SOMEONE and maybe feel something other than numbness and guilt, but so far I’ve had no luck.
The internet is all I have, and if I were to lose that.. I think a part of me would die.
To all my current followers & moots, I just wanna say…
I previously had a couple of blogs but I decided to delete them because I got overwhelmed and bored of them. However, I knew I was gonna miss having a Tumblr so I decided to remake one into a blog where I just do whatever I want.
•My name is Kiara, but I also go by Kiran or Kallisto. In any other case though, you can just call me Pearly.
•I use She/He/They + Neopronouns. I am genderfluid and xenogender, as well as alterhuman(Therian, Fictionkin, etc).
•I have AuDHD(Autism + ADHD)
•I’m a huge fan of Alternative and J-Fashion, especially Scene and Jirai Kei. Some aesthetics that I adore are cutecore, mcbling, morute & 2020s Tiktok Alt.
•I primarily speak English, but know basic Spanish and am slowly learning Japanese
•I have a crap ton of ocs and may or may not occasionally use this as a way to catalogue them. If all else fails, I’ll just make a separate blog for them, but who knows?
•I will do my best to to not direct too much attention to things like religion or politics, but on the off chance that I do, it’s likely to give my take on a serious issue. I will be sure to give content warnings for when this happens.
•I generally suffer from mental health issues, and may use this as a way to journal some of my thoughts. I’ll refrain from getting too extreme with it, but if you otherwise don’t want to put up with that, I wouldn’t suggest interacting with this blog.
•This blog isn’t suggested for anyone under 16 due to the aforementioned topics.
DO NOT INTERACT WITH ME IF YOU ARE ANY OF THE FOLLOWING:
•Proshippers
•MAPs/Zoos/Necros
•Homophobes
•Transphobes
•Anti-Xenogender/Neopronouns
•Anti-Therian/Otherkin
•Zionists
•Nazis
•Islamophobes
•Antisemetics
•Political/Religious Extremists
•Right-Wing Conservatives
•Supporters of any of the above.
If there’s anything else I should be aware of, please do let me know!
Other than that, hopefully you enjoy your stay!
Ngl even if I didn’t have it as bad as others it’s still really fucked up thinking about some of the things I went through.
Like maybe I should stop invalidating everything about myself and realize I actually am traumatized….
Genuinely scared to go to class because I feel like shit and I don’t wanna do anything today, especially after that fuckup I had yesterday. I hate how my scars look so much I wish I could just erase them.
Luckily I can cover them up but it doesn’t stop the fact that I know they’re there.
I don’t wanna go pretending like everything is normal because nothing is but… ugh I don’t want to bring suspicion to myself.
Why must I have a life?
Helping spread the message!
"To kind-hearted souls 💕,
I never imagined I’d be in this situation, writing to seek support . I’m Ahed, a father of 3 young daughters , and we found ourselves living in a crowded school after our home was destroyed in the war 💔. Every day is a battle just to provide the basics for my girls 🏫.
If you are able to help, even in the smallest way, you would be giving us the chance to live with dignity 🌷. I kindly ask you to share our story or offer any support you can With many thanks and gratitude 💐."
Please help them!
That feeling when you wanna romanticize your life and maybe even get better but you remember it’s November 2024 and you live in one of if not the worst state to be a queer afab person:
I’m looking back at videos trying to explain Jirai Kei and not gonna lie, if I wasn’t a hideous, camera-shy freak, I’d go all out and make my own Jirai Kei essay.
The way that these people talk about Jirai Kei doesn’t feel like it does them justice since they’re into it from a fashion perspective. And I don’t wanna be that person, but if you’re into it purely for the fashion, you might as well call it girly kei since that’s what its fashion aspect of it basically took inspiration from, if not directly took it from (and if you’re a subcul Jirai, emo fashion in Harajuku is a primary visual inspiration).
Jirai isn’t just some edgy term used by Jirais to look cool and like some sort of anime menhera archetype. It was an actual insult used by people(usually men) in Japan to describe girls who are basically ticking time bombs. This is just Jirais reclaiming the term the same way Emos had reclaimed their name(Emo was an insult in the early 2000s).
I call myself Jirai because I understand this as someone who was often called overdramatic and too emotional, and feel a sense of power from it. Yes, I’m not Japanese, but there’s a reason that some Japanese subcultures have terms for participants outside of Japan(Ex. Gaijin Gyaru). It doesn’t have to be exclusive.
In conclusion, to quote a Reddit that I found, “I don’t think people(especially fashion Jirais) understand the implications of being called a Jirai.
I’m crying over the stupidest thing rn.
I saw a yt short of a flipnote animation with the fucking grandma episode from SpongeBob as the audio, and IDK why but it just broke me.
I miss being a little kid so much. Maybe things weren’t the best per se, but it was the happiest and sweetest and most innocent and hopeful I ever was.
I miss my old room back in my grandmother’s house and the balcony. I miss those days where she’d make me oatmeal and we’d go do things outside like picking berries. I loved being on this little hill that I think was made of sand.
I just.. I miss it all. I can’t describe how much I do.. I’d do anything to relieve those moments again if I knew how bad things were going to get for me.
Feel free to ask me any of these!(^_^)
I have a lot of free time so I’ll probably answer any of them as soon as I get them.
cutesy and creepy ask game ☆
🎀 - favorite anime ?? ( if you have one )
🩸 - scariest experience you feel comfortable sharing ??
🦴 - how do u dress irl ??
🖤 - any paranormal experiences ??
🧁 - favorite music ??
⛓️ - do you listen to true crime ??
🏩 - show us some of your comfort items !!
🐈⬛ - show us something scary you have in your house !!
🧠 - favorite cat breed ??
💀 - do you like horror movies ??
🍮 - what's your favorite memory ??
🌑 - have you ever had an emo phase ??
⭐️ - hot chocolate , coffee , both , or neither ??
💉 - do you listen to metal / hard rock ??
🪷 - what's your favorite pink color combo ??
🕷 - have you ever drank alcohol?
🍧 - 3 characters you kin/relate to ??
🕸 - ever gotten in legal trouble??
🍀 - do you collect plushies and/or figures ??
🎱 - do you like vampires ??
IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANSWERING ANY OF THESE QUESTIONS, THATS OKAY! JUST LET PEOPLE KNOW KINDLY.
edit: ty for all the notes holy shit <333
Starting to run out of ideas to post ngl…
My days are too mundane for anything interesting to happen unless it’s another public meltdown or something like that.
Unless any1 wants to leave me any asks to look at.. I might be cooked and have to say goodbye to my posting streak.
18♉️A cringeworthy, queer internet angel looking for fun. Most pics are from Pinterest.This is a catalogue of my mental illness >:3
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