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infpisme · 8 months

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In order to understand, I destroyed myself.

Fernando Pessoa

#fernando pessoa #life struggles #life quotes #life philosophy #quotes #I’m trying #I break my own heart #I destroy myself #fighting battles #depressing thoughts #war with myself #infp quotes #life problems

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the-sound-ofrain · 7 months

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war isn't home. don't let your ego or scars fool you.

---apollo---

#war #war with myself #war and love #band of brothers #army life

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shafaqmum · 3 days

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#findyourthing #redbubble #war with myself #visual expression #inner struggle

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its-all-coming-back-to-meme-now · 2 years

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#just a poet guy #distance #pushing away #introverted #self isolation #burden #war with myself #life quotes #love quotes #relationship quotes

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lifexxxdeath · 2 years

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rage & sadness is all i know.

#alternative #aesthetic #sadcore #dark aesthetic #red aesthetic #soft grunge #sadgirl #black and white #actually dpdr #i love you #actually did #i am so angry #war with myself #i feel like im burning from the inside

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cynthiyaayaana · 2 years

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You are caught up in a war with yourself. Caught between what you are and what you want to be.

- Anonymous

#quotes #quite thoughts #short quotes #war with myself #confession #confused #will this get better?

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cruentaquevivere · 1 year

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Life’s War

A Chant Royal

Self hatred overtakes my mind

as vicious depression descends

whispering words cruel and unkind.

How am I stuck here again?

In this dark place the clatter

of war screams and yet no matter

how much of myself I’ve abhorred

I’ve never given up before.

That is, I’ll never stop fighting

my mind. I am declaring war.

I guess I will go down swinging

at fiends I’d thought I’d left behind,

but that are back. My demons descend

upon me but I’m not resigned

to let these pesky demons bend

me to their whims, let them scatter

my thoughts into the battered

wind, nor leave hard grown hope maligned.

If the darkness thought I’d be too torn

by our past to make an encore

then maybe I’ll be the one winning

because I’m stronger than before

and I guess I‘ll go down swinging.

Even if the stars don’t align

and the battle’s exhausting, when

defeat would mean death, I’m inclined

to fight until the bitter end.

I won’t let depression shatter

every part of me that matters

for my self respect. I’ll ignore

any words which do not adore

my personality. Singing

my own praises, if it’s in store,

I guess I will go down swinging.

Despite my fighting soul, I find

myself with a failing defense

which exhausts me and leaves me blind

and sucked down into an intense

darkness, leaving me even sadder,

making me feel even madder.

But losses are a part of war

and the winner is not yet sure.

the fortune wheel is still spinning;

there’s still chances for me to score;

I guess I will go down swinging

I fight, but this strife is ill-timed

since my consciousness’s not my friend

and I’m afraid this live’s designed

to make me reach an early end

due to the strength of my attacker

and how much small things make me stagger.

What is it that I’m living for?

I’m living for the world’s splendor

and the beauty which’s comes post-war.

So I guess I’ll go down swinging.

There’s much in life that I abhor,

but also do much worth living for.

I don’t know if I’ll end up winning,

but I know it’s worth fighting for.

I guess I will go down swinging.

5 November 2022

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raphaerolo · 1 month

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Get this man medical attention and a hug

#commander cody #i wanted to draw something bloody but i made myself sad #i wouldve drawn obiwan but i already have so many angst wips for him #so i decided to inflict pain on his husband i mean commander #star wars fanart #my art #the bad batch #tbb cody #if something happens to him i will cry #cw blood #tw blood #sw tcw fanart #sw tcw #illustration #fanart #digital art #star wars

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painted-doe · 4 months

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#saw this format with a Star Wars post the other day and I couldn't help myself #bucky barnes #steve rogers #mcu #arnim zola #captain america #angst #lmao #memes #incorrect quotes #stucky

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infpisme · 1 year

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#charles bukowski #life struggles #life quotes #fighting battles #keep going #you got this #quotes #war with myself #life lessons #this is life

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starwarjotta · 3 months

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looking for someone on Tatooine

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shafaqmum · 3 days

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#findyourthing #redbubble #war with myself

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deadsetobsessions · 1 month

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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.4

[Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3][Pt.5][Pt.6][Pt.7]

Danny was sitting in the back, his backpack obnoxiously taking up the seat next to him, when the door to the lecture hall creaked open near silently.

“What are you in here for?” Danny asked the guy who crept into class. He sympathetically took his backpack off the Seat of Shame and allowed the guy to sit down. Funnily enough, they had the same hair and eye color.

“Gen Ed. Undecided. You?” The guy grunted quietly back.

“Environmental studies. I’m Danny.”

“Tim.”

With the implicit understanding of two people in a required class they could not give less than two fucks about, Tim and Danny tuned back into the lecture. When the class was assigned group work, Danny looked over to see Tim softly snoring, head slammed down on the table.

“Tim. Wake up, dude.” Danny poked his shoulder.

“Huh? Class over?”

“Nah, we got group work. Discussion board.”

“Oh shit, thanks for waking me up. Wanna team up?”

Danny shrugged. “Sure. We should aim to post it in the middle so the professor doesn’t read our answers to the class.”

“Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Any idea what we’re talking about?”

“Kind of?”

“Good enough for me.”

——

Tim Drake kept seeing Danny Fenton around on campus.

“Danny! Dude, what are you doing?”

Danny turned, gloved hands full of crumpled trash. “Picking up after the student population, apparently.”

“Didn’t think environmental studies was that serious.”

“Global warming is very serious, you jerk,” Danny smirked at him, crossing the grass to put the trash into the trash can. “Reduce, reuse, oil shouldn’t be spilled in water and all that.”

“Basic stuff,” Tim grinned. Nice, he basically had a friend past Bernard now!

They were friends, right?

“And yet humanity fails to comprehend it. Incredible. Incredibly stupid that is.”

“They get it. Major corporations just don’t care.”

Danny sighed. “True that. You on your way to your next class?” He took off his biodegradable gloves off (nitrile and nylon, baby!) and chucked them into the trash.

“I’ve got free time, actually. Prof cancelled for his daughter’s surgery.”

“Oh, shit, that’s rough! You wanna go downtown and join the strike?”

“A strike? What for?” Even as he asked, Tim hiked his bag higher onto his shoulder, ready to go. They fell into step as the two left campus.

“Apparently, Quillan Pharma was doing some shady shit at their manufacturing plants. I think it’s like killing kids, and pouring toxins into the ground.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. Oh! Poison Ivy’s gonna be there!”

Tim blinked. He casted a sideways look at Danny. Sure he’s been here long enough to know… but it couldn’t hurt to check. “You know she’s an eco-terrorist, right?”

“Okay, but like… people suck sometimes. And all she’s asking for is like don’t kill the planet. And she doesn’t do that whole mind control thing too much anymore! The Sirens are so cool. Plus, one of my best friends at home might actually kill me if I don’t try to get her autograph. Poison Ivy is like, Sam’s personal hero.”

Tim snickered. “Yeah, okay. Mind if one of my friends join? His name’s Bernard.”

“The more the merrier,” Danny nodded. “Ooo! Hot chocolate. Want some?”

Danny bought three drinks as Tim trailed behind, texting Bernard.

“He said yes.”

“Cool! We should meet up somewhere before the drinks get cold.”

Well, Danny got the autograph. Tim got a new friend, and Bernard got a drink from his crush.

——

“Oh, you’re the glowing dude that Batman always talks about!”

Danny blinked, eyes scanning the wing-like cape and the yellow emblem on the hero’s suit. Danny was indeed glowing, stars and nebulas freckling across neon green skin, and glowing hair the color of a white dwarf star, tinged with the blue from his ice core.

“I… have absolutely no idea who you are,” Danny lied, like a liar. He’s found a surprising niche of entertainment in messing with the local vigilantes and he’ll be damned if he missed this opportunity.

He heard a snicker from the comm lines as Red Robin visibly brushes it off.

“I’m Red Robin. Why are you picking up trash?”

“Picking up after you humans, apparently.”

The both of them blink, feeling a weird sense of déjà vu. A moment of awkward silence passed before they both shook it off.

“Are you here to help? No offense, but the track record for you people is terrible.” Danny strode over and grabbed a bag. He opened it, and shook it at Red Robin’s face. “See? Batarangs, these odd bird looking ones, the R’s. Seriously, pick up after yourselves!”

“Oh, woah, can we have these back?”

Danny yanked the bag back before Red Robin could get close. “Pay me. These were incredibly tedious to pick up. Especially the batarangs. I mean, I even found a whole bunch of old rusted ones in the middle of the bay. What did you do, dump an entire bag in there from the air?”

Red Robin sighed and took out a wad of cash, with tracking fluid all over it. Danny grimaced, smelling the odd scent on the money. “That’s not real cash. It smells off. Are you trying to give me counterfeits because you’re broke?”

Red Robin gaped, oddly offended. “No! They’re real!”

“Doesn’t smell like it. It’s stinkier than the trash. Go get the one with the money, the litterer. Tell him I’ll be back the next full moon. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” Danny grumbled, disappearing on the spot to watch Red Robin flounder with the stack of cash and the piles of dead bodies on the shore.

“What the fuck even is my life these days?” Red Robin wondered out loud, stuffing the cash back into his pocket. He looked over the plastic wrapped bodies and slumped, sighing.

Oddly enough, Danny felt a sense of sympathy. Well, he’s not getting paid for sympathy. He’s not getting paid at all tonight, actually. Danny flew off, plunging once more into the depths of the significantly cleaner waters, and used his ice to scoop out oil stains.

Danny glanced around and sighed. He had a lot of work to do.

——

“So you’re saying he’s like a werewolf mermaid fae child immortal god thing, right?”

Bruce grunted.

“B, what the hell are you smoking these days? You know drugs are bad, right? Do we need Superman to give you that PSA?” Jason snickered.

Tim, massaging his arms from having to haul an ungodly amount of dead bodies, grunted. He’s so similar to Bruce that it gave the people currently in the cave hives.

“He said full moon. I don’t think we can track him with regular stuff. The bugs kept shorting out.”

“Oh boy,” Dick sighed. “Don’t fall off the spiral cliff, Tim. You’ve got midterms to think about so no stalking the guy.”

“Yet,” Tim shot back, changing out of his suit.

Bruce grunted, setting aside a huge stack of cash.