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dg-fragments · 9 months
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I write to you, of you, not because our souls are intertwined, neither because you're mine or I'm yours, but because I do not know of any other audience, for these thoughts, in the form of mere words, for this fragmented existence, which reveals through the cracks of past experiences, to lose itself in the captivating beauty, that is yourself.
- DG
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caterinaprisciandaro · 8 months
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Reproduction
With every line towards the back of you head and every sip when you are staring to death, and the way you close the top, the way your hands shake as you take them close to your lips, the way you sniff and sometimes bleed, the way you cut up the files so you damage your nasal cavity for the last time, the way your eyes wonder lost when you finally feel awake, and your hair, they way your hair falls through your face.. a smile is reproduction, but leads the way, the way your scarred legs still take you there and the way you move freely as you fall deeply, up, down, the center, non-existent, the way the leaves and the grass hold you and the way you reproduce the smile once more, fooling nature and the sublime, crossing lines, never paths, leaves you wondering where’s the pass.. blood flows, adrenaline rush and you.. reproduction.
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turnaboutchaos · 1 year
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cannot stop thinking abt how Sholmes subtly cares for ppl so much like... in the middle of the night he sees Gina go out to the pawn shop and watches her to make sure shes ok, and when she doesnt come back he follows her and ends up getting fucking shot in the process. he breaks into the courtroom during the trial the next day clearly very unwell and still aids Ryunosuke all he can before fucking collapsing from exhaustion. turns out he's also been keeping an eye on Gregson to make sure he doesnt get hurt doing his thing, and when he dies hes absolutely beside himself abt it bc he couldnt deduce what couldve happened. he instantly takes up Yujin's offer on taking care of Iris without hesitation and keeps the truth abt her family at bay to protect her. and when Iris does finally call him daddy he bursts into tears on the spot.
like yea hes a goofy eccentric mf whos always doing his own fucking thing but he also really, REALLY cares abt the ppl he loves... funny guy with big heart..........
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dummy-kanji · 3 months
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Untitled por David Panevin Por Flickr: Kyowa-cho, Obu-shi, Aichi-ken, Japan.
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caracello · 1 year
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fragment design thoughts... the middle is his current design, but i've been wanting to add purple to his design to feed my purplegreen bias since dg is green. i was thinking of either changing the green in his outfit or the blue. trying to decide which looks better...
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lexiklecksi · 2 months
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I just published my poetry zine!
I put together this poetry zine in 3 months for my typography class. This magazine is a 25 double-sided pdf with a unique typographical design, including 11 English collab poems, 3 English poems and 21 German poems with 23 matching black & white photos. You can buy it for the low price of one small coffee on KoFi (3€) and there is a "pay what you want" function if you want to support my creative work!
Dive into the diffuse waters of poetry and search for the hidden meaning behind the words. I write about the little moments that make life worth living; not important events, not grand gestures, but everyday things. By writing about them, I give them value. The writing process is characterized by the fear of the blank sheet of paper, which has to be overcome without giving in to the urge to fill up the page. Diffuse poetry therefore describes the concept of having the courage to leave gaps and to deal with them openly. Not naming things clearly, but capturing the underlying thoughts and feelings. In contrast to concrete poetry, which is based on a clear statement and always has a message to convey. Have the courage to read between the lines and think about what you read, because words only have the meaning that we have given them. Poems are just condensed language, and always leave a certain amount of room for personal interpretation. I hope you enjoy reading between the lines!
Tag list: Never miss a poem or a short story I write! Comment + if you want to be added or - to be removed from my tag list.
@matcha-chai @dg-fragments @silversynthesis @heartofmuse @scatteredthoughts2 @rhapsodyinblue80 @stoic-words @september-stardust @wordsforsadpeeps @writingitdown @intothevortex @aubriestar @warriorbookworm @raevenlywrites @alex-a-roman @artsymagee @giantrobocock @theheightofdepression @writing-is-a-martial-art @beautifulimposter25 @a-musingmichelle @kirkshiresloss @rhythmiccreatorofbeuty @eos109 @azriel-alexander-holmes @tini-rat @captain-kraken
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unmondefou · 8 months
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Thank you @alex-a-roman for the tag game. share 5 comfort movies:
- Le Roi des masques (Bian Lian)
- The Godfather
- Devdas
- The Light Between Oceans
- The Mask (1994 )
I'm tagging, @heartofmuse , @dg-fragments
@nikithathampy , @silent-winds-world , @instruth , @mikefrawley , @justafrogandherumbrella . No pressure of course 😊 .
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torrentialmonsoon · 8 months
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Comfort films tag thingy majingy by @infamouslyroggylives. Thanks, dude. Mine are so random.
Interstellar
Twister
Nanny McPhee
Inception
Time for comfort animated films!
The Lion King
Beauty and the Beast
Brave
Tangled
But I'm also now adding comfort movie series because that's a must!
Harry Potter
Lord of the Rings
MCU
The Hunger Games
Okay, obviously now it's time for comfort TV shows because why not?!
Attack on Titan (waiting for the final final final final final? part)
Brooklyn-Nine Nine
Stranger Things
Cybersix
EXTRA special addition because I can't possibly leave out FMA Brotherhood!
So I made this way longer than it was supposed to be but isn't this so much more fun?! I tag @cruxymox @the-hollow-quiet @infamouslyroggylives again because now do the whole thing, @takingstockofwhatmattersmost @fakesurprise @dg-fragments @vagabondking @desayunogratis @nakedlastforever-blog @mikefrawley @goneahead @anjo-by-the-sea @madworlddiary @mylovaboxa and of course @twohousesoftheholy. If you aren't tagged and you want to participate, please doooooo
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writeblrcafe · 10 months
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Poetry Chain (finished)
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Thanks to all 9 participating poets for writing this beautiful poem together!
Yearning for you is nothing but a river of lava without a bridge,
And crossing it is a sacrifice of repeated pain.
Tears flood my eyes that were left, rooting, craving your presence,
Once lovers, we are now miles away from where we started with no way back.
Sunrise be my compass rose true north
Yours is the guiding star that burns within, you, without
And yet rudderless I roam; removed, estranged
Dreams are for dreamers—this sailor cannot sleep
Now, unburdened of hope, its ashes weigh ominously upon my neck
Haunted by your vision, I try to drown it in the black foam
Devotion, you know, tastes of pennies and mercy
When this pen in my hand paints in red your beauty
And perhaps we'll find each other again in another life
In faith so inevitable, I'd like to believe
That the undertaker has not come for us yet, dressed in red.
Our lives are pulverulent, but I want to grab your hand ...
Determined to make a change I learn to let go
Vexed by the very urges I detest.
Poets in order of verses: @unmondefou @dg-fragments @env0writes @imfullofworms @ebookporn @bluesundaycake @charlies-storybook @betweenthetimeandsound @pelicandensity
Word collection: beauty, tears, estranged, sunrise, vision, yearning, inevitable, pulverulent, undertaker, dreamers, lovers, unburdened, determined, devotion, sacrifice, vexed, perhaps, yours
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heartofmuse · 1 year
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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!
Thank you @ends-2-beginnings for the tag.
1. Reading has always been my first joy. Ever since I was small it gave me such happiness. It was a refuge, a place for wisdom, for imagination. It still is.
2 . Writing as it is now part of my soul, this sharing and outpouring of words that makes me feel so plentiful and happy.
3. Being outside, enjoying nature, gazing up at the sky, looking at the beauty all around me.
4. Being with the people I love and making them feel loved, my family, my friends.
5. Exercising. I love going out running and lifting weights, yoga, aerobics, really all types of exercise and swimming.
I am tagging @esuemmanuel @unmondefou @followcb @soulwr1ter @michaelbogild @lucentserenity @definegodliness @eighthseawritings @dg-fragments @gvnther-vitriol
Of course no obligation and just for fun
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sarah-irura · 1 year
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Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to 10 of the last people in your notifications!
Thank you @unmondefou for the tag.
Reading books, legal texts, articles, basically any written material that I find interesting.
Writing anything that comes to mind either from legal research or from self reflection and experience.
Texting and chatting virtually, human connection albeit online gives me a sense of belonging.
Being engaged in tasks that challenge my intellect or spurs on meaningful debate among like minded individuals.
Listening to music (or should I say Linkin Park and Imagine Dragons mostly).
I am tagging @praggya1993 @instruth @dg-fragments @internalearthquake @seventhskywords @dbaydenny @scatteredthoughts2 @scribblersobia @dolores-hazy @dancing-on-the-waves@kiramalibu @katrinnac @adamantseal @aubriestar
@teaspirationss @just-4-thought
If you so wish to join the happy.
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dg-fragments · 6 months
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Take me home, will you, for I've been out here lost, more than I wanted, longer than I anticipated, and lonelier than I imagined.
- DG
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Welcome to Our Blog!
[Last Updated: 6/17/2023]
This is a space for us from @reticent-fate to put posts related to spirituality. We are a disordered plural system, and collectively you can call us DG (plural they/them). A few of us from the system will be using this blog, and you can meet us below! We will also have our own expanded bio pages (eventually). Also at the end of this post will be our DNI (because boundaries are important! Block us if you don't feel comfortable with us interacting with you!).
We created this blog due to feeling like there was very little space in the resources we've been collecting for people like us, both specifically as a plural system and more broadly as a member of the neurodivergent (and psychpunk adjacent) community.
There's a lack of discussion on the intersection between spirituality and psychology in most of the resources we've seen, and we'll occasionally post quite a bit about that (we have a special interest in behavioral psychology and consider ourselves psychpunk); likewise, we'll occasionally post about how plurality in particular affects our spirituality.
Please note: many of our headmates are otherkin, including some headmates that identify as spiritual entites (such as demons and deities). Our system has very hard rules about boundaries regarding identification as spiritual entities; in general, systems cannot control what introjects appear, but as it stands, there are stopgaps and gatekeepers in our system that regulate our relationship to things we can tell might trigger splits of this variety. Additionally, we do not allow our headmates to maintain names of spiritual entities they may "split" from (unless they are insourced, like Narty). That said, if a headmate still identifies as a spiritual entity (ie: as a shard), then they only identify that way functionally within our system. Do not be weird about this, please. Please please please.
We mention it because it is a huge part of why spirituality has been so difficult for us, and we will bitch about it on occasion. We are not saying we are anyone's god, nor are we demanding you treat us that way. The spiritual connection to the divine is a complicated, messy thing. Especially for systems like ours. Don't. Be. Weird about it.
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Ellia (she/her) - The brains behind this operation (/joking). From the same innerworld source as Artura. Responsible for an irresponsible collection of tarot decks bought on clearance for the sake of "science" (comparing the Five of Cups in them all). Also responsible for making this blog, because she got sick of hearing advice that's excessively difficult to employ for plural systems, let alone headmates with exomemories under other stars. Practices a mishmash hodgepodge of tiny things here and there. Trying to reconstruct her beliefs from fragmented exomemories, which included dice divination and a more casual/friendly relationship to the innerworld gods.
Sol (he/him, they/them) - The guy that's really interested in Christianity as a concept. The holy weirdo to contrast Heitaros's demonic shenanigannery and Narty's apathetic middle ground. Doesn't practice Christianity so much as the study of it is his practice (especially scholarship that remembers the more radical Table Flipping Jesus that was 100% an anticapitalist anarchist). Especially interested in the lens of self-care and "holy" endeavors through the body as extension of the divine; ie: "there is divinity in all things and thus it is my duty to be kind to all things not willfully cruel; that including the self."
Heitaros (he/him) - A fictive who has his own otherkin blog, but also is vaguely spiritually weird because of it. Both identifies as Heitaros (a character) and partially with the concept of Satan as Accuser (in his understanding/role in-system: that which questions, especially with regards to structures). Interested in the intersection of psychological and spiritual (like Narty) but more from the perspective of an entity that recognizes where psychological origins can exist while embracing the messy spirituality that his identity imbues him with. His practices primarily involve a lot of hodgepodge like Ellia (he's a system host, so he kind of has to keep a hodgepodge going), but he's interested in lucid dream working, as well as past life work due to his otherkin identity.
Artura (he/him, they/them) or Nova (he/him) ; Sometimes referred to as Narty- From the same innerworld source as Ellia. God of Light, Linear Time, and Magic. Technically a two for one deal. The local anthropology nerd(s), that essentially practices through research. Mostly research. Like an obscene amount of research. May only show up when he wants to complain about ableism and Ellia isn't able to type her thoughts on the matter. Particularly interested in the intersection between psychological and spiritual (like Heitaros), from the idea of psychology as a bastardized spiritual practice (this is a very reductive explanation, and we have a lot to write about it; this isn't saying psychology is religion, but it is saying that functionally speaking, structures associated with psychology lend itself to the interpretation of the psychological as intrinsically spiritual). Generally dislikes dabbling in practice if it involves the risk of disturbing entities or could exacerbate system-wide anxieties. Plays the role of headspace therapist and thus is more interested in dissection of craft and understanding psychology through the spiritual lens (especially at the edges of where hard science and data cannot map).
Important Tags
#[Mod Name] - Anything posted for the perusal of individual headmates* running the blog.
#[Mod Name] talks - What it says on the tin*!
#ramblings - Catchall for the above tag
#ref mats - Self explanatory as well!
#disability - Posts about disability, because this blog is about the intersection of disability and spirituality
#promo - Posts promoting other folks' stuff (ex: tarot readings, pendulum readings, etc.).
More tags to be added!
*Note: Since Nova and Artura are a median subsystem, sometimes their posts may include both their names. Narty is our fun nickname for the research disaster duo, but not a great functional tag lol.
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terf/radfem
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racist, pro cop
ableist
anti-endogenic, anti-nontraumagenic, anti-thoughtform, etc.
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sanddollarpoems · 1 year
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Who is/are your writer-crush(es)?
Haha this is an interesting ask. There are so many amazing writers here that inspire me deeply! I really don't have nearly enough time to read them all. I don't know that any of them qualify as my crushes per say, but I admire and respect all of them. I always fall a little in love with anyone who has a way with words. 😉 I will list a few below who I can remember off the top of my head (please don't take this as a complete list, since there are so many that I am sure I will forget! I hate these kinds of things because my working memory isn't always very good.)
@haikkun @definegodliness @wordrummager @purgatorypoetry @petrow @azukilynn @adamantseal @artymys @aubriestar @mikefrawley @manderson1970060 @alejandropoeta @cherokeeghostwriter @dg-fragments @followcb @heartofmuse @keatsonthebeach @ohlookroses @quaintobsessions @strikezilla01 @takingstockofwhatmattersmost
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vesperdenarius · 1 year
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MEMORY. -- young DG :)
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send "MEMORY" for a memory my muse has involving yours (accepting)
"Master Richard...?"
An inquiring knock meets naught but pointed silence from the other side of the door - a not wholly unexpected response, considering the time of night, and yet it is one that still manages to set Alfred with pause; the absence begetting an eerie sense of disquiet, lingering in the manor's spacious halls and seeping slowly into the confines of an old man's mind, like damp through a crack in the boards.
Perhaps he might've been content, to think the young lad asleep in his bed, safe and at peace from whatever troubles all too often ail the waking - but then, he has not seen this house through enough hardship over the years that he cannot tell the good silences from the bad. To believe that he ever worries for nothing.
He knocks once more, knuckle rapping courteous if superflously against the hardwood a second time before he enters, despite, having twice tried and twice failed to garner so much the slightest acknowledgement. Certainly enough, there is no sight of the boy within his dimly lit space, or indeed, any indication that he had been there at all, if not for the small light by his bed illuminating an outline of unmade sheets, a chill breeze sweeping aimlessly through curtains by the balcony door ajar.
He finds him outside, climbed onto the roof. Little but a huddled silouette in the dark.
Against the open sky, he seems almost impossibly small.
"Ah. There you are."
There is a slight shift in the boy's form when he speaks, a minute inclination of a movement that Alfred is just barely able to discern with squinted eyes from his place down below; whether Grayson turns to look towards him or away, he could not say, but as the hush grows longer between them, it becomes evident it is as much of a note for his presence that he will recieve - the muted reception a stark contrast to boy's normally talkative demeanour, the spirited presence he carries as Robin.
But he once took to the stage, himself. And he knows a little something about masks.
"I don't suppose I could convince you to come down? I'm not sure the hydrangeas would quite cushion a fall from this height." Single hand rested idly along the stone railing, he muses with a glance between the gardens and the tiles, an ease to his tone even as a light crease settles onto an already weary brow. Another quiet shuffle is all he gets in turn, the figure seeming to shrink somehow further in on itself, arms wrapped around his knees in a rather half-hearted attempt to brace against the cold. A gentle wind, touching his skin like a whisper.
He sighs, straightens, and reaches for that ledge.
The clumbered ascent appears to invite more of a reaction, if only one of surprise; It is by no means as graceful or effortless as he's sure others of the house might readily demonstrate, but Alfred is nothing if not a man determined - and steady on his feet - feeling his way carefully up the exterior wall through the dark until he is at last able to heft himself over the edge with a short grunt of effort, continuing upwards until he can triumphantly slot himself down at Grayson's side along the top. They meet eyes, then; Wide circles looking up at him, a fragment of that clear bright blue visible by the reflection of the moon - before they falter, again, and fall away.
"...It's alright, son." He speaks softly within a breath, lifting an arm with the thought to place an assuring hand to the lad's shoulder - only to be intercepted in feeling the little one fall unceremoniously against his open side, wordlessly nestled. With his turn to be taken aback, the older man lingers, raised arm hovering above for just a moment, before his expression softens with another slow sigh, and he wraps them into the embrace.
There's no telling how long he's been out here, or how long they'll yet be, like this. But there's no rush for the morning. They have time.
"When you're ready."
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caracello · 1 year
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sobbbb sob. fragguy
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