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sorry-but-no-sorry · 6 months
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Here they are ! The deadmen standees art, the whole gang id here for an interactive reading fun for all ages !
Please go check @razzlefrazzum ‘s tiktok to have a look at the final results, which look awesome !
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angellll01 · 4 months
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The bittersweet release of imagining your disappearance
Like warm vodka burning down your throat
Like a deep itch you can’t seem to fully reach
There’s a guilt that floods you head, but a relief that floods your
heart
A short, but bittersweet release
That never seems to cure the drowning, hopeless void of feelings
inside you, aching to
disappear.
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my friend lives in deep forest
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Our family friend's friend had a son who ran to forest
Surprise was a word of a day as the word got out 
Bruised and blue unbudging gem of most crystal truth before gathered excuses at the wake all dressed in drought
Forgotten were the screams given as answer to heart begging to be listened
Wind rippled through his clothes shadows ran ahead of him before tree line closed 
They said there was snow on his soles
I imagine he outrun his demons and held victory ball in snow covered grove
My friend goes to party of some friend who is not my friend 
I text 'have fun' then wonder how to make new friends if you are never invited anywhere 
My friend talks about birthday dinner he is taking his friends to while I am waiting behind glass for irony to be acknowledge
He played it cool said he doesnt like mixing his friend groups
There are crumbs of cake for me if i wish to come day after at tea time
We are so polite makes me want to throw up aren't we supposed to be having fun before they come with chains cause we failed to do a runner while jury was out
I would say it's karma that coincidences aligned making him revoke his invite if i weren't taught to be polite and not this spiteful monster that resides behind my smile behind all my carefully crafted lies
Bluest eyes i have ever seen outside my mind 
How did it feel when your plans fell out
Did you think of loneliness between my cracks 
Did my words come back in sinister echo from place of regret
Taking red slip out of wallet like you could ever forget what you wanted from night out
Isnt it tragic to know love is conditioned paradox: made to be loved, unable to love 
You have so much to learn
I hope you will be free one day just like birds in your inked prayer
Blame it all on the date on calendar 
Ignorance has nothing to do with supernatural 
I have always wanted to find the culprit
Why does it matter if someone doesnt care 
We will all be oblivion one day
I wonder did son of woods keep a diary 
Did he write his thoughts hoping poison will get out 
Did the realization that hopelessness has no way of getting eradicated once it takes root made his handwriting messy and impatient 
Did he break his own heart during sleepless nights that became only respite from world that only knows how to shout
Did the daydreams fail him miserably did the dreams gave up on him 
Did he hold on till winter as last hope someone would follow the foot marks and stop him 
I hope he found freedom
I hope he howls with wolves
i hope he haunts nightmares of every soul that made him feel unreasonable and fragile
I wonder did they throw away the diary 
Did they burry the guilt to survive cause that's what this is all about
Survival of cruelest.
It's never no one's fault but your own for believing someone cares how you wish to live your life 
People will do everything to kill your will to live 
Build piers for your dreams then warm their socks on ashes of your descend now that you cant fly away 
Release arsenic if needed in air you breath  to kill whats left alive
People will rather kill the good that try to give advice in good nature mistake of putting themselves on line for someone who will never change when told their behaviour hurts those around them 
Snow melted three times over since lives faded into names parents are afraid to mention in front of those that stayed
Like escaping the doom of drowning in bilge of your burned ruined silenced potential is not the bravest con 
For someone who i never really knew outside birthday parties when we were still kids when we were still all invited,
His ghost sure does work overtime to haunt my words like we have shared history unfinished business cautionary tale keeping me alert never to drop my guard keep writing poison will only get blacker but dont you let it stain your heart 
Perhaps the dead get transcript of souls similar  to avert them from going over percipice before it's too late
How long were we fighting same war unknowingly on same sides different frontlines
Who counts fallen and lost 
Who reads anymore poems of the disturbed 
Run uncorrupted child, run away dont look behind 
There is nothing here worth saving 
All the good ones are dead or snuffed out anyway.
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killuayume · 2 years
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Unreachable
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samosabotaza · 1 year
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I've forgot how it feels when somebody loves you
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einsam-im-nichts · 1 year
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Too often I ask myself: "Why I am so fucked in every possible way..."
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benevolentcannibal · 1 year
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there is no pain like dying 10 times over in minecraft desolation has taken a hold in my heart
and i'm told this is normal
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iiiaree · 2 years
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I have a strong relationship with depression.
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nowyouknowandokay · 2 months
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my eyes are stapeld open wide as i lay dow on my side i am bouncing off these walls
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maybeimhopless · 3 months
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Do u guys ever feel like you're not "you"
You're just a reflection of people you've loved and freinds you've lost?
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resentful-reads · 6 months
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The Art of Starving by Sam J. Miller
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clairehadenough · 6 months
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Please grow up, there are children dying and you’re here crying because of two people getting married without your approval🙄
perfect example why you created your blog
I have a feeling reading comprehension wasn’t your forte at school if that’s what you got from this blog💀
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doveyafroiyel · 9 months
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My Moth My Butterfly (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/340318271-my-moth-my-butterfly?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Doveya_Froiyel&wp_originator=xrygcuRSaNsJsHaR6b9%2B%2BOSjB5oUtcwfaG8MSxirpg6hTMRKxXpl8JJYCQYcrTIEMmvTtzW0va9KdvNUECMVSwqyBH3rljdyA4%2Bbts1HXSe1Aj8VLeCyUHvjoN5uR50Z ---🦋🦋🦋--- Butterflies... Aren't they just gorgeous? Their vibrant colors. Their unique stripes. Their spots. The way they fly. The way they see each other. The way they beautifully glide to a flower. The world sees them as one of the most alluring creatures to ever be seen. Whether humans are afraid of them or not, they will always see beauty in them. Butterflies are kind and sweet just like nectar. But some butterflies are poisonous, bitter not sweet. For Moths? Oh if only the world could see their radiance too, but it's a shame. They come in many colors, but the most common are dull. Brown, black, grey, white. Those that are beautifully colored are rare to find. But most moths are ugly, having to mimic an owl for protection. They are afraid to get hurt, hidden among others, choosing to look cold and fierce. They truly look scary, but many are kind-hearted. Saileen Eima Mustafa sees human appearance and personalities like butterflies and moths. For she has low self-esteem and finds her looks boring, dull, ugly, and unworthy of others. She's truly a sweet thing, just a little crazy. Yeah... just a little crazy. Or maybe very crazy. Nah... she's mentally insane, that's for sure. Dedicated to my true friend, Salwa Eima Mustafa
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i killed myself for you
no one noticed my wounds
i carried swords and bandages and skulls
yet your name they still mention
my death wasn't significant enough ripple to be recorded in chronicle of your life
it was my own demise to fall for someone who wasn't mine
your scribes made sure to put you far away from the site
you aren't acomplice if you found me already digging up my grave
why is having feelings like living with draught in midst of coldest winter :
trying to keep the warm while chasing from room to room to close the doors and windows banging before gusts of harsh reality sneaking in to ruin everything and make you sick
caught a cold
it was you
you are criminal if you confess there is love inside
you are psychopath if you never do
consciousness hasn't brought any good
its better to be an animal
just a swan swimming on moonlight
pain is inevitable
is the world made of pain or we complicate everything to indulge our need to paint our little selves superior in evolutionary chain
who are we trying to impress
universe stays silent
darkness doesn't care if it's right or morally grey
no one cares
humanity should get over itself.
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urfavouriteg1rl · 8 months
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if u get it u get it!!!
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lotus-pear · 11 months
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in an attempt to seduce alhaitham, kaveh quickly realizes he has been outrizzed
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