Midwest Emo - Tumblr Posts
I'm a big fan. It will now by MY emo/folk punk playlist :]
My emo/folk punk playlist :)
my heart hurts.
“i feel like i’ve been neglecting you lately,” and do you feel bad? i swear to god, the hardest thing i do is let you live. people grow apart, and thats just how it goes. i love you. i want the best for you. and maybe i’m not what’s best for you. and that’s what hurts. its written all over my face. its in the way i carry myself. its in my voice. my mother knows. she won’t tell me she knows. because i hate to admit that i feel this way.
but i love you. i want the best for you. and maybe i’m not what’s best for you. and that’s what hurts.
you had a pretty bad panic attack on thursday. you ran away on friday. this is how midwest emo songs start, how albums are created for years to come. cmon, “its been three whole years of me thinking about you everyday, sometimes for hours, sometimes in passing.” samples from voicemails. things like that.
its okay.
its going to have to be okay.
i will get through this.
i will have to.
how it feels to turn off the notifications to all your social medias and hide all of the apps on a separate page in your phone because for some stupid reason you push away all your friends but you're still in that group chat for that project for that one class.
Q&A: Interview
would we recognize each other if we saw each other? turns out i do, it just took me a few minutes. i just gessoed over a canvas of you. that was enough.
would we recognize each other if we saw each other? turns out i do, but it took me a while. it wasn’t your face that pulled me in, it was your shirt. i have the same one.
i just gessoed over a canvas that put the last shovelful of dirt over your grave. i am now covering it in things that actually matter to me, with exactly one implication of you.
(i don’t want to disrupt the flow, but if i really didn’t care, why am i trying to rub it in? what am i trying to prove? and to who?)
that was a lifetime ago, was it not? the feelings i had at the time were okay to feel,(thisisgrowth) but now i don’t know why i was ever sad. angry. upset. empty. whatever the fuck.
(i have since learned that all emotions have been hidden and obscured)
i shoved you in a therapy shaped hole, diagnosed with bpd, (probably,) at least that’s what they told me in the hospital last march when they found me bleeding out and overdosed on the floor.
i shoved you in a therapy shaped hole, undiagnosed with bpd, because that psychiatrist didn’t know me for more than ten minutes, and she didn’t even write it down.
would we recognize each other if we saw each other? i asked myself that for years. i’ve changed so much, yet you might notice that nothing has changed. at all.
would we recognize each other if we saw each other? i hope my face was only familiar in a distant way, desperately trying to put a name on it. you don’t even know my name.
i had my closure forever ago. but i always wondered. if we’d recognize each other if we saw each other again.
he told me that we’d spend the rest of our lives looking for each other in new lovers, and then he said he was joking. i can think of twenty reasons why this is not the case and about three reasons why it is.
last thursday night, i spent hours researching hrt. i told my best friend. i was 87% sure i wanted to do it. he said, “can i play devil’s advocate?” and i said, “yes,” and he said, “are you sure you want to do it? its a permanent change.”
i laughed.
(i say shit without thinking. i will always say yes to him without thinking. i won’t think about the consequences with him. that’s what happens when this shit is indescribable.)
i get where he’s coming from. but i feel weird, wasn’t it painful to watch me struggle for years to insist i was a girl when i so clearly never quite wore it right? do you really think this is something i’ve decided overnight?
what aesthetic is this??
its honestly a comforting feeling when it comes each year , yet its so deppressing </3
“yayyy it’s winter!! :D”
"𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴" - McCafferty
𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 <3
So many meanings for this word
so real
i love bands where the singer can’t sing but can convey emotions though their singing in a way that is impossible to describe. like yes u sing like an absolute dickhead but you are also somehow expressing exactly how i feel through the cracks in your voice
Listening to the front bottoms sometimes is like hanging out with that friend that is objectively having a harder time than you but is taking the time to give you a hug and a pep talk anyway but kind of doing a bad job but they're trying and that's what matters and they smell like stale cigarettes
this is so me
she hopes im cursed forever to sleep on a twin sized mattress
cant wait to watch this 🫶🏼
i hope that when she sees me she thinks "she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i've ever seen"
