#spilledguts

[c-l-nichols]

Couldn’t I pull my heart beating through my throat and place it on a display, sat behind fragile glass with a placard of a false self.

- c l Nichols | Ghosts and the Like

#poetry #literature #poem #writing #authors #spilled thoughts #creative writing #writeblr #writblr #author #writer #shush now #spilledguts #original work #original writing

[uni-qu3-darkunicorn]

To Catch A Snowflake by Spilledguts Via Flickr: The Blue Event Dec 16th 2023- Jan 08th 2024 Designer: imegica Victorian House • House: 133 land impact. • Snow Roof optional: 29 land impact. • Built-in fireplaces in both floors. • 13 External Wood Wall color choices. • Snow Roof optional built in inner rezz • 2 Main room + kitchen + 3 bedrooms + 2 bathrooms or more bedrooms + garage • 100% original mesh. Materials enabled. • Fit on 1024 sqm. Recommended land 2048 sqm or more. • Modify, copy, no transfer. [no mod in the DEMO version]. • Size: 24.4 meters wide x 30 meters depth x 15.6 meters high or 732 sqm. • See DEMO here : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/BLUE%20EVENT/118/81/2502 BUY IT HERE: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/BLUE%20EVENT/127/63/3004 Designer: Uni-qu3 Shelby Hill Dress (Chose the color you want, OR buy the additional hud that comes with 40 colors! (Mix and match) Fits: Reborn, Waifu, Juicy Legacy/Perky Sp Peach- Maitreya- Kupra Genx Classic and Curvy SQB BUY IT HERE: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/BLUE%20EVENT/127/63/3004 Designer: Deyja Cold Touch BOM Cold Fingers Comes with Light, Dark, and Tintable BUY IT HERE: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/BLUE%20EVENT/127/63/3004 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ NOT APART OF EVENT Skin and Shape Belacce Amethyst Skin (Chantilly but many options availablel) Anethyst Shape Compatible with Velour skin tones. Try a DEMO! (Im using a Lelutka Ubon head, the advert shows using Avalon. <3 ) Belacce MAINSTORE Inworld marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/219143

#flickr

[mistyeasler]

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[ultraclops]

I was gonna make a serious edit but Alight Motion wouldn't let me export it so I just made a silly one out of spite. Based on a theatre group TikTok by spilledguts (sorry for linking to the app/site but I couldn't find it on YouTube, so), BGM is "sweet dreams but i put kahoot music over it" but i fixed the tempo by SupaSimon.

(Before you ask why I used the promo and Adoradad through Strange Bedfellows aren't present - At the time there wasn't enough episodes to do 2 clips per episode so I did 3 clips per episode + an extra clip at the end.)

#this was really fun to make #although the timing's a bit off in some places #my favorite part personally is the scared of puppets section #feat. my poor editing skills #vid #alight motion #lucky ducky mug #lonely kid #try hard #scared of puppets #the perfect couple #mao mao #badgerclops #adorabat #child!mao mao #puppy!bao bao #teen!mao mao #ramaraffe #slim pigguns #penny #benny #a different point of queue! #my edits

[gomezcanon]

As I walk this line, I am bound by the other side.

Billie Holliday (Warpaint)

#warpaint #girlpower #spilledguts #inspiration #myheart #lyric quotes

[therealreeku]

I was never a part of a group growing up. I mean, that's not something I'm ashamed of or anything. I was just always better off as a secondary character in everyone else's story. I had my own, but it was a composition of little entrances in everyone else around me's stories. I would always ask myself why I wasn't so deeply indulged in any specific group like everyone else seemed to be. Purely experimental question. Understanding things makes me tick. And not understanding things only makes me want to understand them. I still see some of these random groups currently. In person. On social media. Some of them are a wake up call. I understand now that the reason was because I was too aware. Of life, of the things I said or didn't say. Too aware of what being alive and in control of myself means. Some of these people haven't changed. Haven't changed in the 5, 10, 15 years since I've met them. Back then, the stupid things we did as teenagers were excusable as just that. But we're nearing an age where it's no longer cute and it's translating into downright criminal. And my eyes are open. I could never be that person. Or those people. The ones who float on wind not giving a shit where they land or if they ever do. Most people have their hands out in desperation asking something to steer them in the right direction. Maybe they're scared of making the wrong choices. Maybe they weren't taught responsibility growing up. When does the thirst to always be better end? Because I fear mine has no terminal point. Mentally, motivationally, and wisdom based progression. I would be down right ashamed if I had to come face to face with my lack of try. Maybe that's what they're scared of. Coming face to face with who they are. Maybe they've never had to. Maybe they're not even seeing mirrors. And instead their minds have replaced any reality with cut outs of who they would rather be. But wouldn't it just be fucking easier if you were a better you instead of hallucinating one? Couldn't the mental effort put forth in maintaining the reflective facade be put forth towards actually changing your ideals, your goals for yourself?

#justranting #spilledguts #itsoffthechestatleast

[thelemonhive]

Emails To John(1of2)

At my dull dull desk job I do mostly a lot of nothing but between the nothings I ponder and read and learn what I can (Be it about science, religion, humanity, or myself) . So after I acquire this information I do the next logical step and record my findings and after that? Email frantic thoughts to my boyfriend of course.

  I’ve gathered the funniest (1 of 2) and the most thought provoking (2 of 2)  quotes to share because I’m vain you see and I feel they are quite good.

(Don’t hold your breath for astounding grammar, you would suffocate)

  Some of the best titles of the emails:

  [TITLE:] ”Brainstorming, it’s like a monsoon, its raining all over”

[TITLE: ]“At least turtles don’t have teeth”

[TITLE:] “SONIC STATIC SALT RAINING DOWN TO EARTH WITH LOVE FROM THE INTERGALACTIC MOON SCHOOL”

[TITLE:] “A comic creature with claws so she cannot hug or hold”

[TITLE:] “drink drink drink into a comatose united state”

[TITLE:] “we were created without wing and forced to fly”

[TITLE:]  “I wish I had moon shoes to carry me to new worlds”

[TITLE:] “you’re sick, you’re sick, you just don’t know it”

[TITLE:] “hello I’m emotion here to pick you up, put you down, and shake you into feeling things you can't always understand”

[TITLE:] “the heart of God, celestial love from star dust”

    “I could do this all day, it look like I’m writing a spaztic email that’s having a seizure and fell down some stairs”

  “Haha I want to be a hobo and scraps and I will travel the world. She’ll be in charge of growing the beard, I can’t for some reason. Maybe I could use her as my beard if like I need a disguise or something” ‘Is that a cat?’ ‘No, its my beard’ ‘It just meowed…and blinked’ ‘No it didn’t, stop it’ SNEAK ATTACK! Then we’ll steal their wallets”

  “Okay I really shouldn’t have coffee, when I shut my eyes its awesome”

  “Is coffee addictive cause I keep drinking it even though it tastes gross. I guess it’s the effect that’s addictive. The government knows this, so sneaky of them…I can’t have coffee anymore. It’s like conforming…it’s like coffeorming…cofforming. COFFORMING! Don’t buy in! Because it costs money and we need that, but not really, money sucks. I really like the smell of dollars though”

  “Hi, I’m Jessica, I have the skills of a great artist and the awesomeness of a million blue-fire-suns. We should like date and junk and maybe fall in love if you feel like it or just drink heavily into the night.”

  “I’m a potty mouth, a toilet talker”

  “I’ve drunken the ginger ale of the gods and found it to be a tasty beverage and now I’m a fucking rocket.”

  “And loved the mood they put me in like I was fucking awesome, a volcano just ready to rocket off into space.”

  “I don’t think I wanna sleep tonight, I think I wanna play with lemons.”

  “I feel great, like I could live on the sun with robots that don’t melt because they are made out of space dwarf-forged platinum or steel or iron or something. Nifty gnomes”

  “I like narwhals because they constantly wear party hats”

  “Today is Thursday, July 19, 2012. Do you know what today is?!?!?!?!? Today is: Nothing in particular! Which means its up for grabs, we can make it whatever the fuck we want. So I think today should be…hmm…International galactic-mind travel exploration with lasers day.”

  “Think about why you’re doing it. Did I just blow you mind? Yea, I know I did, saw the mushroom cloud from here, it was full of glitter-happy”

  “You’ll think (and it’ll hit you like a frieken flaming bus).”

  “I have lack of sleep in my eyes, so I hope you enjoyed this cloudy email full epic awesome in-tents theories proven true by me riding a half griffin half narwhal beast into the full moon sky, waving with my robotic hand; which I acquired from a heard of space-limbs.”

  “If I stop typing the boredom monster will come out and swallow me whole. And I doubt there is internets in his tummy and I don’t even want to think about the exit, but then again, no one does.”

  “Or maybe it was just last night, that has me feeling so…Dancing lemonade Pegasus princess”

  “Ahhh I must get some work done, I think that’s why they pay me”

#thoughts #emails #ponder #spilledguts #emailstojohn #silly #derp #writing

[c-l-nichols]

Is this beautiful? Am I a tragedy yet? A glamorous swan, struggling under the weight of its’ plumage left to drown in its’ home? How pitiful. Rather, an inspiration? Look at the hurt, look at the endurance. Watch me be better because of it. Insipid.

c l nichols | Ghosts and the Like

#writing #poetry #swans #laying that metaphor on thick #literature #spilledguts #shush now #creative writing #writer #author #authors #poet #original writing #original work

[c-l-nichols]

Ghosts and the Like

I think if I put all of the hurt and pain on the page, maybe it could hold it for me. It could carry the weight and fix that big sucking hole in my chest. I’m scared, because if I put all this pain down and keep it like some pandora’s box, what a plague to cast upon my Self. A blight dredged up from the hidden depths, left to fester on my soul until it consumes me waking? Oh, but to share it. Whom with? My family, the cast to be featured in these very words? My friends, who I’m terrified of because I don’t know how to let people see me and I am eternally humiliated by existence itself? The public, random strangers in different corners of this earth? People that may understand, those that may not. Is it wrong to long for the sweet comforts of strangers’ sympathy? Couldn’t I pull my heart beating through my throat and place it on a display, sat behind fragile glass with a placard of a false self.

                I worry, if I put the ugliest beasts that haunt me onto the page, maybe it could hold it for me. If I spread those ghouls and shadows into the world, will they hold it for me? Or will it become something new? I can only write through my pain beautifully, lest metaphor find solid ground and I lose myself. If I take the worst bits, the ugliest sides and show them to the world. If they become some kind of beauty? Strength forged in pain; Resilience forged in agony.  What is beautiful about it? How could this have been beautiful? None of this – the beauty from this was not in the pain. It’s in everything else. Hurt is just that, but how it thrills and excites. We want to watch as it’s rained down like manure, see how the smothered seeds adapt and grow, the ones able to force their way to the surface on display for as long as they can produce something useful or beautiful.

                So which is it, useful or beautiful? Am I a hero, sharing my ghosts with the world to let others know that they aren’t alone, that they too can thrive amongst horror? What a miniscule lens. I’m not sharing my haunts, I’m passing them on. This is my plea, take these horrible creatures and store them somewhere far away. Take my hurt and agony and dispose of it however you wish. Unburden me, let me be free so I may leave this behind. Take it all and bear witness to my god forsaken heart.

                Is this beautiful? Am I a tragedy yet? A glamorous swan, struggling under the weight of its’ plumage left to drown in its’ home? How pitiful. Rather, an inspiration? Look at the hurt, look at the endurance. Watch me be better because of it. Insipid. But to keep it to myself, the things I find in that sinking hole in my chest, is to curse myself to a life of doubt. If I share this with the world, maybe I’ll have been right. This suffering will be justified, and I can finally rest.

So let it be ugly. Let it be ugly and jagged and wretched. Let the light shine in. Take it all, in it’s hideousness. Take it and let me see beauty once more.

#spilledguts #hurt #writing #author #ugly #literature #shush now #creative writing #writer #poetry #original work #original writing #poem #authors #spilled thoughts #writeblr #writblr #words words words

[mistyeasler]

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[mistyeasler]

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[mistyeasler]

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