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ITS ALWAYS SPOOKY SEASON

SO. GET. SPOOKY!!!

HOLY SHIT-

I literally cannot breathe omfg

Pancakes

Tumblr is shit for artists but I’m really bullheaded and I don’t want to move

I’m fine

When children say it hurts, it can mean different things.

I stubbed my toe - it hurts.

I banged my head - it hurts.

Someone was mean to me - it hurts.

I’m tired - it hurts.

I just learned about death because my hamster died and now the crushing existential dread of the universe has descended down on my soul, filling me with the morbid knowledge of my own fleeting existence and impending doom - it hurts.

We’re taught that if it hurts, you should tell someone. An adult will help.

This is A Lie.

No, that doesn’t hurt, you’re fine.

You’re fine.

You’re fine.

I said, you’re fine. I’m busy.

So, you learn to say you’re fine. You learn to pretend to yourself you’re fine. Often this leads to you being fine.

And for some kids, for whom the world is one big hurt, your whole sense of the world changes to just… fine.

For some kids, being tired is a constant ache.

For some kids, the noise around them feels like needles in their eardrums.

For some kids, touching the paper they’re given each day to write with is a horrible punishment for some unknown wrong.

These kids might well scream and shout and cry it hurts it hurts it hurts.

But they soon learn, they’re fine.

And as an adult, as we work and push ourselves harder and harder to fit with the ever turning wheel of tasks and self improvement, we say:

I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine, fine, fine, fine, fine, I’M FINE.

So people think we’re fine.

And if it ever gets to that point where you’re so bone tired and over stimulated and emotionally pained that you can no longer keep it in, and it spills out over the top of your walls and drops you in a yawning pit of exhaustion and shame, and you can no longer muster the courage to say the words, they say:

What happened? You were fine yesterday.

No! I wasn’t fine yesterday! I wasn’t fine the day before! I haven’t been fine! I don’t know what it means to be fine! Everything hurts and it never stops hurting and I can’t keep pretending it doesn’t hurt!

But you can’t say that, because then people leave you.

So you lock yourself away, and wait out the tsunami of hurt.

Until you can once again say:

I’m fine.

Im using this to insult people now