#i wanna die

Hiába vagy nekem. Újra meg akarok halni….

I loved you so much. Then why among all of ‘em am I the only one whom you ignore?

ive generally avoided tumblr bc malec leaving me has left me with a gaping void of despair but im here to say i miss malec (:

not even kidding, i just wanna starve to death

Today I read something that said “someone who overthink is also someone who overloves” and I felt that.

Its the way I was so confident on the quiz but turns out I got a 53%

gay culture is crying over malec holding each other’s faces

itshysterie:

The lyrics were compiled from the lyrics shown on screen during the concert.

Please LINK BACK to this post if you translate or use the lyrics. Do not just repost.

The hands that steadied me when I was struggling.
The eyes that comforted me when I was crying.
The dream we dreamed together when we closed our eyes.
If I had held on to that hand just a bit tighter, if I hadn’t let go,
would I be different from what I am now?
If I’d met those eyes just a bit longer, if I hadn’t avoided them,
would I still be flying now?*

My dreams came true earlier than I expected
and the despair found me earlier, too.
The happy moments might have stopped somewhere between the two.
I pray every night, and even if I yell out, asking for an answer,
in the end every day is the same as yesterday.
The people who comfort me, and the ones behind them who mock me,
nothing has changed at all.

I looked to the ground more than the sky,
and at the footsteps I worked so hard to make being erased one by one.
There I fill with loneliness, collapsed,
and eight hands reach out to me.

When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands.
There’s nothing else to do, we just have to overcome it all.
I go over the dreams we had together from the very beginning, and I raise my head.
The hate and betrayal filled my body,
and when I was worried whether I could overcome the anxiety they held me tighter,
I can feel the warmth of the hands patting my head.
There’s still so many hands here to hold on to me.

When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands. 
Having forgotten how to fly, I lean on those beside me,
because even with broken wings, together we can fly higher.
We have to know to forgive and love.
With my eyes closed, I heard that person’s unfamiliar voice,
and I pray to that voice once again.

When I want to give up on everything and let it all go,
and when I’m tired, I hold tightly on to eight hands.
When I’m worn out, I hold tightly on to eight hands.

Afficher davantage

Please let me die finally

My therapist says I don’t need meds. She’s probably right and I believe her, but right now I’d just drown myself in sedatives

makyun:

The color cover is Arima showing only half of his face.

Blood continues to splurt from Arima’s neck as hetumbles backwards. Kaneki panics and rushes towards him.

Narration:
In this world, blood constantly continues to flow.
Both Ghouls and Investigators both lose something of the same value, a red life.

Kaneki: What….
Kaneki: ARE YOU DOING?!

Kaneki holds Arima’s body as he cries.

Arima: …I’ve always waited.
Kaneki: Arima-sa…
Arima: Listen… Kaneki Ken.

Blood flows out from Arima’s mouth.

Arima: …I didn’t have much time left. The timing was… just too early…
Arima: Me… and Hairu too…
Arima: And also Furuta… The investigators who came from the ‘Sunlit Garden’.
Arima: We are “not human”.
Kaneki: !?

Arima: …We are failed ‘half-humans’ who bear mixed blood.
Kaneki: Half… humans…? That’s…
Arima: My right eye.
Arima: You’ve probably noticed it but it can barely see anything/reflect any image.
Arima: “Glaucoma”, a common disease.
Arima: …Yes, “among old people”.
Kaneki: Old… people…?

Arima: We who came from the Garden decay faster.
(decay here can also mean to be forgotten)
Arima: Even my other eye has started to lose its function. My lifespan was almost over.

Arima: We all have either 'parent as a Ghoul’.
Kaneki: …

Kaneki: (…Arima-san… Doesn’t tell jokes…)
Kaneki: …

how does one move past crippling social anxiety