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savagechickens · 7 months
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Pirates Have Trouble Expressing Their Feelings.
And more pirates.
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random-xpressions · 10 months
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There are two types of people in this world: one hides behind their masks which I believe is purely deceptive. It could be perhaps to hide their ugly selves. As though a garbage bin if painted well on the outside would stop giving out its stench. They hide themselves perhaps out of fear of being reprimanded or out of the inferiority complex of being judged. Reasons are plenty. But it sounds way too hypocritical to me. If you ain't on the outside as you're on the inside then I find it something really faulty. There's another class. The bold, the courageous, the valorous - who wear their hearts on their sleeves. What they reveal is what they have on the inside. What even is there to hide. There is no reason at all to conceal your truest identity. Be it darkness or light, they wear it with pride. Halos or horns they take ownership. They kiss their mistakes. They embrace their own 'weirdness', if at all they're to be measured by worldly standards. A total chaotic mess in every sense but something that they deeply celebrate. Not one ounce of regret. These are the ones who dance insane to every music that rings in their ears, unconcerned about what the world would think or say. Little rebels, these are the ones who eventually changes the scales. Pull down your veils and own the beauty that's been gifted on your face!
Random Xpressions
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confettimuffinz · 3 months
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hi guys
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soulinkpoetry · 1 year
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Who else is more qualified to write about you than you? Through writing and painting we express , joy , sorrow, parts of our soul, our hearts and mind. Everything that’s hidden in us we bring forward for everyone to look at and read through their lenses.
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shackled-kiyoe · 1 month
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Loved - 💕
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secondlifep · 1 month
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There is so much fucking beauty in the world.
Stop … there it is … right now …
Why do we let our mind and our ego have such control over the Now that we fail to experience that beauty?
They both have allowed the negativity of the past and the worry of the future completely overshadow our ability to experience the beauty of the Now.
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Day 11 of Writing Something Everyday
(365 Day Challenge)
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Why does it have to hurt so badly when you tell someone the truth?
I think it's because true love is a double ended sword.
When you love someone you tell them the truth, even if it hurts. The lie will hurt worse and you're no different than the rest.
Every time you make the decision, you're sacrificing yourself and what they might think of you for their own good to help them.
You risk stabbing yourself as well when you stab them with honesty.
Caring, loving, and getting close to people is terrifying but when you unconditionally love with no barriers their well-being is more important than yours.
You might hurt, they might hurt too but in the end, shedding a bit of blood and patching up each other's wounds is far better than lies and deception.
~Jenni
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cat-eye-nebula · 7 months
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Emotional intimacy means both you and your partner feel safe and comfortable with this type of uninhibited expression around each other. It involves actively listening, expressing thoughts and feelings honestly, being open to understanding each other's perspectives and having the feeling that the other partner listens and understands you. Good emotional closeness helps both partners support, understand and accept each other.
Emotional Intimacy
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llama-from-spain · 6 months
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Poems
Poems.
Poems are best.
They can be long or short.
Poems can be whatever you want.
(Unlike stories, which tend to be long!
Or so I think.)
That is true. I think,
Or I’ve been conditioned to think,
That stories must be long.
Stories must be a novel. But
Stories can be poems too!
Now I think of Haikus.
Short, little poems
That tell a lot! (Or not)
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Now I shall tell you:
I wanted to write a book,
(I still do!)
But yesterday,
I wrote (What I think is) a poem!
A work (a work),
That I was able to finish!
I think (I think?) that I was (am?)
proud of it!
Mayhaps, I have found
my way
of expressing (M)yself (- !)
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grouchydairy · 7 months
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It reminded me of how expressing something large and complex can sometimes be overwhelming because it’s hard to pick where to start. The limitations actually helped me overcome that feeling of overwhelm and narrow down the focus to one corner of the entire experience.
#quotes
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riorai · 1 year
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My thoughts often make me realize that how tangled up they are and i am bad at organizing them. Overthinking leads to unrealistic scenarios which just hurt your expectations. I do like who i have become after what i have gone through in the last two years but i really sometimes miss my old self. I just miss how carefree and frivolous i was and how impulsively and spontaneously i used to take my decisions. Sometimes i wonder how moronic my actions were but they really gave me that instant happiness which i miss today. My present self is now evolved but i do wish that i could un-evolve myself and be that funky riya(rio) for once. See, how unorganized my thoughts are….. ok gotta go to think something else.
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dark-wackademia · 1 year
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Two edits I wanted to share for anyone who might like to use em. Have at it! Enjoy!
Sorry I didn’t include initially.
Пока мне не станет лучше = Until I get better
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zquill217 · 11 months
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The Loneliest Answer
Some days, I think it was all for show and you had a plan
That you're living in the islands of St.Thomas, scuba diving every day looking for lost treasure.
You have a secret family that you never told us about
You're a top secret agent and had to keep us safe from the dangers of your job
Or maybe you got sick of all of us and wanted to be away from everyone
Or even that there is magic involved, and maybe you've gone to an alternate dimension and were finding a way back.
My mind thinks of so many possibilities to avoid the reality that my mind can not comprehend some days, and that is, you are simply no longer here.
6/6/23
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confettimuffinz · 10 months
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Hello, Hi? Hai Selamat datang. I love Summer Camp Island. please.. buy me a TV. my TV broke. 📺
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marbearwrites · 1 year
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Cowardly Creative...
I am jealous
Of the words
That fall from their lips
The feelings expressed
The tears shed
I ask myself
"How can they speak so freely?"
"Why don't I have the words to say such things so openly?"
Their emotions are set free
Whereas mine
Are simmering under the surface
Of my skin
Lodged in my throat
Shaking nervously
From excitement
Or blushing embarrassingly
In youth
I was shown
Emotions were off limits
They were on the highest shelf
Placed forever out of reach
Of my small hands
Now I overpour
My feelings
Into everything
Quite foolishly
Because I am desperately
Trying to get them
To hear me
To see me...
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shackled-kiyoe · 7 months
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You - K ❤️‍🔥 u
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