Tokidokioki - 🦈

me: *does a little twirl* *blows a kiss* *throws up a peace sign* *turns on my heel*

that was for you, babes ;)

the strangers watching me through my phone camera: …

the eyes in the walls: …

my sentient mirror reflection: …

I don’t know how much i can resist anymore,i can feel my life it’s coming to an end.

I hate how the antisocial dial being cranked up to full volume makes me have the urge to claw my way out of my own skin. Everything is unbearably boring, annoying, or just not enough for me when I'm like this. Something I don't like happens? Rage. I manage to actually enjoy something? I have to bleed it dry in an attempt to feel satisfied. I won't be.

It's extremely hard to care about anything I say or do, and my ability to mask drops to just about nothing.

- Rift

“The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and never explained.”

— Jonathan Harnisch 

Do you ever feel like everyone around you is annoyed by you, they want you around cause they'll feel bad if you're gone. But they don't need you and you feel toxic, you're just HERE. Hahaha cause yea I want to die

"You are slowly losing interest in me and I fucking hate it. I can feel the love between us fading and the worst part is: there's nothing I can do about it."

- M.C.

A New Beginning: Rambling #1

16th April 2022, 23:23

I don’t know why I have made this account. I mean, who even uses Tumblr anymore? Twitter is where everybody vents nowadays. I suppose that’s why it’s safer to vent on here; I doubt anybody will find me. Although, it’s not as though anybody is looking for me in the first place. It would be nice, I think, to be seen for once. It’s always the empathetic, pretty, upper middle-class girls that are noticed. What makes them so different to me? I don’t think I’m a bad person. I think of bad things, but I never say them outright. That’s what this account is for. This is where I can say my bad things, or the things I am truly feeling. I wonder how long I will continue this for. I’ve never been good at sticking at something for long.

~ 化け猫 (Bakeneko)

— Clarice Lispector, from “The Hour of the Star.”