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I’m genuinely curious: what do you personally consider “staying up late”?
I'm going to go to bed, I say, like a fool.
Ive been up since four in the morning but i dont remember any of it this is so annoying. Seems we got a lot done today so thats a plus.
really tired but making sure to stay awake until the point of exhaustion so i hopefully actually fall asleep
any tips for what helps with insomnia?
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I'm so useless I'm sorry I don't get good grades I'm sorry I don't like school I'm sorry I sleep too much I'm sorry I'm not open enough I'm sorry I don't like talking over the phone I'm sorry I stay up all night unable to sleep I'm sorry I'm sad all the time I'm sorry I worry to much I'm sorry I have flashbacks I'm sorry i get scared over nothing I'm sorry I don't eat I'm sorry I have to take pills I'm sorry I cut I'm sorry I want to die I'm so so sorry
reblog to cast level 5 spell: everyone who reads this gets a full night sleep
Rise April Challenge 18: Sleep
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Please just go to sleep. It’s not that hard, just sleep. Just sleep. Just sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep-
Leo groaned into his pillow and rolled over on to his back. The mantra had been repeating endlessly in his mind for he didn’t even want to know how long, and he just wanted to sleep.
Leo has had insomnia since he was young, the feeling of desperately reaching out for sleep, only to be met with more exhaustion was an old friend at this point. But it could be worse.
When the four brothers had researched their respective species, they had found that Red Eared Sliders only needed about 4-5 hours of sleep a day, meaning that Leo didn’t need as much shuteye as the others. But those few hours were very important. But on these long nights, when Leo’s mind wouldn’t let his body rest, all he could do was wait for the sun to rise and drown himself in coffee in hopes of driving back the heavy pounding on his limbs.
Leo sighed and sat up. He just needed to accept that he wasn’t going to slip into the dark, and just try and relax till his brain let him sleep. He leaned out of bed, stood up, and headed to the kitchen.
Leo’s ninja training helped keep his movements quiet as he filled the kettle and placed it on the stove. The familiar routine made him feel more centered and present, rather than just floating around in the sea of nondescript stress and exhaustion that was his mind right now. He opened one of the cabinets and considered the different types of tea inside.
Lavender, Chai, Jasmine, Marigold, Chamomile, Chrysanthemum...
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...what was that noise?
Oh shoot!
The kettle had begun to whistle. The shrill sound having just barely started before Leo leaped over and yanked it away from the heat. He just stares at the stove for a moment before flicking it off and placing the kettle down.
Damn, he didn't think that he was this far along. He had to have been zoned out for at least a few minutes for the water to start boiling, which meant that he was starting on his way to sleep deprivation. That was never fun.
Leo grabbed a mug and the first box of tea he felt without looking at it. He placed the teabag in the cup and poured the water.
He watched the steam float away from the mug, transfixed by its swirling, twisting patterns. There and not there all at once. It looked like it should be whispering in hushed voices that he couldn’t understand, it looked-
Focus Leo, focus. You can stare at hot water vapor later.
He picked up the mug and walked into the living room, turning off the kitchen light. He settled down on the couch and covered himself with one of the throw blankets. He considered turning on a move but decided that the remote was too far away for him to even try.
So, Leo sat in the silent darkness.
The lair draped in a stillness that only came when everyone was asleep, an overpowering sense of solitude that flowed around Leo like water. It was a little scary, but this was a part of the insomnia that Leo could enjoy. The only part of it really. It was like having a secret, like these moments were something that was just for him alone. Even if he was half out of his mind with exhaustion.
Leo relaxed into cushions and peered out into the endless shadows. The mug was warm in his hand and the blanket was soft. He took a few sips of his tea as he looked at the empty shadow-covered room but set it down on the table before he even drank an eighth of it.
He didn’t try and force his brain to shut off, he had already tried and failed to do that all night, he just allowed it to wander. Leo let this mind think without paying it much attention and just sat and stared at nothing.
Soon Leo found his brain’s ramblings fading in and out. Going from half formed thoughts to white noise and back. Good. It meant that he would finally get to sleep, he just had to let it happen.
Don’t force it, don’t make it, just let it happen.
It took him an hour to completely slip away, and even then, he still woke up several times. But Leo, slowly, managed to sleep his way through the night and into the bright morning of the next day.
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Hmm, I should probably sleep; but will I inevitably end up just scrolling through tumblr instead? Probably.
fr how it feels to be drawing on my grandpas computer at night when I'm the only one up. ;~;
I'm trynna be the the insomniamaxxing eepypilled artist i know I am but paranoia sucks.
A link to a series I'm writing on AO3 for BNHA. READ THE TAGS FOR THE STORIES CAREFULLY. I am not responsible for anything, as I've clearly tagged what is going to happen in the fics. so far all fics are character abuse (all characters are 18+, only 1 underaged character and she is the abuser. If that makes you uncomfortable, do not read it, that fic is called Songbird.)
Our sleep was stolen I'm searching for thieves These memories in my head Are so vivid to see
- Insomnia
heyo i havent slept in two (2) days, and im so awake it fucking hurts. my heart rate hasnt been below 80 bpm for about 16 hours, i keep almost puking, and i have a migraine. fuckin.... what is my life and how do i stop
thinkin abt this mod again
Tired...
No energy
Still rather depressed at times
Creativity.
Flickering lights trace the edge of sight, A city alive while the mind strains in the quiet. Circuits hum beneath the skin, sleepless whispering, In the hollow hours where neon breathes like a heartbeat.
Eyes reflect the dance of fractured light, Insomnia's rhythm winding tighter, an endless tether. In the haze, thoughts unravel, coded in static, A mind split, part flesh, part data stream, lost in transit.
Throbbing signals drift through empty skies, Dreams corrupted, overwritten with binary ghosts. Awake but somewhere deeper, past even the body's reach, Chasing some solace hidden in the glow, forever elusive.
And as dawn breaks over glass and steel, The heart remains untouched, pulsing faintly, A quiet signal, lost beneath layers of code. Still tethered to life, but only barely.
A lot of people have hurt me. And sometimes I act like it. 🤷🏽♂️ Y’all let people get away with a lot worse.
Not sure why my brain decided my colour test was actually a music video. 😅
pov: i have insomnia and can't sleep unless i have your tits on my mouth
Dreamcatcher lockscreens for somnies ✨
Dreamcatcher wallpapers inspired by their chase me era. Love my 7 dorks ❤️
I have gotten. 3 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours. I am begging to the void, please. Please let me sleep. Please let me sleep. Please let me sleep
Demon Of Pain - Day... ?
I had an odd experience yesterday.
I helped my sister move into her new apartment. 2-3 hours hours in and my body started flaring up (well, I had already needed to submerge my hands in very hot water to get them to hurt less and be less stiff twice. But this time it was my back and the rest of my body.)
So I biked home, parked my (public) bike. I had to walk 2-3 blocks. The entire way there I was hit urges to claw at the pain in my back by my shoulder blades, and couldnt stop doing it. Or to press my hands on the muscles, hard. When trying not to claw at it, I'd stim very obviously with my hand(s). This might sound rude, but I felt like ppl looked at me and saw an addict on a bad trip.
I was breathing weird, through clenched teeth in a permanent open-mouthed grimace. Sounded a bit almost darth vader-y. I'd bare my teeth, but there was nothing to bare my teeth at. I'd snarl at nothing. Start to hiss and then try to stop cause I was still in public. Kept having the words "fuck off" repeat over and over in my head. I dont even know how to describe what I was feeling emotionally. It felt. Barely lucid? But at the same time very aware. Like my brain was getting blinded by the light of my pain.
As I kept walking I kept doing these more. Not cause I wanted to. I just couldn't stop.
I got home and prepared a hot shower—by the time I was in the bathroom I had started repeatedly hissing "fuck off" repeatedly out loud.
Eventually it all stopped in the shower.
I know it was all just cause I was overwhelmed with the pain, but it honestly felt like I was having a fucking fit. It was horrible.
Ended up doodling it a bit in my journal and remembered a really old piece of art similar to what I drew.
Demon Of Pain - Night 3
My legs ache so badly i can't sleep. My back isn't much better. Took melatonin earlier and i think i fell asleep for a little bit but now im awake again and no matter how tired I am I just. Cant sleep thru the pain. It hurts. It hurts. It hurts! FUCK fibromyalgia and withdrawal
The aesthetics of my insomnia:
crying over TikToks because you love women (/pos)
googling fake Shakespeare quotes (it turned out to be a quote from Tumblr)
writing down an idea for a drawing that you dreamed of in your half-sleep
learn by heart a poem by Lermontov or Pushkin
changing three pillows (one of the pillows is a sweater with a scarf), eventually just falling asleep on a mattress
doing 20 push-ups at five in the morning, because it's better than scratching your skin and quieter than hitting a pillow
looking up the translation of a word (from the language you're learning) that came to mind and you're not 100% sure what it means
Late Night Thoughts.
Insomnia strikes again. I used to have really bad insomnia in college. But after working two jobs and going to school, I wore myself out so much that I was thankful to go to bed. But it seems like my insomnia has returned. Maybe it's the coffee I had hours ago. Or maybe I just have too many thoughts in my head. Today, I thought about how fast this year has gone by. Looking back at this same day last year, things have changed so much. Last year, I was headed on the trip of a lifetime. I was on a mission trip out of the country and it was the most inspirational and amazing thing I have done thus far. Never would I have thought I would be able to last that long overseas and in those conditions I had to go through. But that was nothing. It was nothing compared to all that I saw, the things I was able to experience, the people I had met. Besides the things overseas, things at home were also completely different. Family and friends were all well, relationships with everyone were good. This year, things are a bit strained and it really bothers me that I can't fix it. Maybe it's because I lacked the courage that I had so much of last year. Or maybe it's how it's supposed to be for now. Maybe this is a lesson in life. Or maybe I should just roll to the other side of the bed and count sheep.