Well hello there
I always knew Santa was a dick…
You better not pout.
You better not cry.
Cause Santa Claus is going in dry.
Santa Claus is cumming,
He puts it in real deeply.
He strokes your clit all day
He fucks till you’ve cum so damn hard that you can’t walk the right way
"The Pointless Memory"
Years ago, a little bit before Jupiter suddenly increased in size 100 times over and became a second sun, and ages before you and your mother slowly starved to death in the chaos that followed the nuclear attacks, you remember your first trip into the city.
The towering buildings and glittering lights filled you with a sense of wonder that you often struggled to put into words… but you could feel it inside of you when you imagine the millions of lives that lived and breathed and created this world, and how you can barely fathom it but also somehow understand it at the same time.
The world felt so much bigger than you had assumed, and deeper, with limitless possibilities…
When you watch the life fade from your mother’s eyes as she succumbs to the painful combination of starvation and radiation poisoning, you won’t have heard that the city was burned to the ground and evaporated into dust… but it probably wouldn’t have changed anything. You hadn’t thought about that memory in forever.
All of it doesn’t really matter anymore.
"The White Noise"
Having fallen asleep to a movie she’s watched countless times before, Sarah-Louise wakes up to the click of the tape ending and the white noise of static on the tv screen.
She looks around her room, lit only by the glow of her TV. It doesn’t feel the same right now, but she can’t quite place why… as if she’s still halfway stuck between a dream and the real world. Something isn’t right.
The static is not very soothing; the light is too bright and the noise is too harsh, but it’s better than the quiet dark. She only really feels uneasy when there’s nothing there.
Wanting to go back to sleep but at the same time wanting to stay awake, Sarah-Louise tries to hear voices in the white noise… tries to let her mind and ears dissolve into it, absorbing the crackling hisses from the TV screen, perhaps actually hear a poor tormented ghosts’s attempts to take over her hollow soul…
She needs the noise to quiet her brain so she can’t turn off her TV, and she also can’t be bothered to rewind the movie and play it again, so she just lays there with her eyes closed, still being able to see the light of the static through her eyelids.
(Starring the great Sarah-Louise Kelly of Fromdctozz.com!)
depression is like trying to peel a potato with another potato its not fun it doesnt work and you just wanna cry
…why is this such a good metaphor what the fuck
i reblogged it before but then it got better
Wanted to share this helpful tool with anyone who needs it. A lot of people have a hard time putting their feelings into words and identifying what emotions they are feeling. This is called a feeling wheel. It can help you get to the core emotion you are experiencing and help you name each feeling when you’re overwhelmed with many emotions