Vent Art

Bedrotted yesterday, bedrotting today, bedrotting tomorrow.

January 1, 2025 - A stray dog in Petea receives applause for being the first to cross the newly visa-free border between Hungary and Romania, as Romania joins the Schengen area.

there's really nothing as amazing as having a real cuddle with your friends tbh. laying on a bed, limbs completely tangled together, leaning your whole self into someone else. and knowing with a certainty that none of them see it as anything other than platonic. that it's really a group of friends being closer with each other than they are with anyone else. that it's okay if I'm holding his hand and it's okay if I lean my forehead against hers and it's okay if card my hands through his hair and it's okay if I lay on her arm and it's okay if i just hold them. because we're a bunch of friends enjoying our time and physical closeness together. we all know that there's no way in hell any of us "like like" each other, but we all know we love each other, and it's amazing.

born to be eternally devoted, forced to be anxiously attached

how it feels to spam my mutuals

I am actually begging some people to just let some spaces exist untouched by real-world issues and horrors.

Like I've lost count of the amount of times peaceful game or fandom servers have been ruined by people stampeding in with political rants, bitching about world issues, demanding internal activism, demanding vent channels so they can whine about their shitty parents, ect.

Like. Respectfully. Not every single space has to be inclusive of and welcoming of outside topics. The real world sucks. We don't needed to be reminded of that absolutely everywhere.

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

I'm so normal w games that let me pretend im loved

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touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know