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when i look in the mirror i never trust what i see having trouble realizing me told what to do, what to feel where do i begin to find what is real i said no, “you mean yes” i guess not so sure anymore an uneven score wanting more do i deserve such i feel i have been missing much caught in a web of lies unheard for years, my many cries chains stay the course do you think he feels remorse overactive emotions dysfunctional neurotransmitters i’m not a quitter not even bitter i just need to know how do i go from here to there care self-distrust do i matter much it’s not a crutch i’m struck by a twist of fate stalemate maybe someone help me figure this out untwist my brain serotonin lost my mood the cost depressed on a quest to find my true mind real emotions presynaptic collapse my body reacts self-harm moving to my arm sound the alarm imperfections now found on my body’s sacred ground tell me the truth show me what to do is this true as tears drop shocked mediating tension hand is wrenching stainless steel again appeals to the theory of invalidation
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yearninginpeace · 2 years
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Standing in your garden, the moonlight streaming in through the branches of the willow
i gaze at the starry sky as a warm breeze rolls over me
Like your breath in my ear, from times long gone
Your hands in mine as we moved to the melody of silence
Reborn in the darkness, we embrace, letting go, your lips on mine
Whispering in my ear, sweet nothings making my foolish heart jump
Losing myself in your essence i hold u tighter against me
Like the rope around my neck
My final thought of your warm embrace as i join you under the tree where you hung
~trashandpoetryy
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michellewithwings · 2 years
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goodvibeshow · 3 months
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Blank Pages, Full Heart: Power of Journaling
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queencryo · 29 days
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would give it all up to be a driver for a minor noblewoman (widow) (vaguely western-european) stuck with her in the coach after i was forced to release the horses: this is the worst storm in decades, not even my paw coulda kept these posting-station horses calm through the peals of sky-splitting thunder.
We came to a stop in the middle of the road, the chruned mud of the road eagerly assisting the coach's brakes. I'm completely drenched by the time I enter the cabin to report that we'll not be going anywhere, not that that isnt already clear. Plenty of Ladies like this, they would howl and beat at me for getting the road's mud into their carriage. but not mine: she worries only of the mud's water, and my hair's water, and my clothes' water, and how these all offer ample avenue for the night's cold to pierce my frame.
And pierce it does: now that the exertion of driving is ended, i am alarmed at how the cold has already convinced my body to take its side over mine, chattering and shivering so I can hardly understand it when my Lady pushes a parcel of cloth toward me. Its dry, she says, and she'll turn her back while I replace sodden roughspun with dry linen. after a moment of shivering hesitation, she does while i do. The fit is odd, in style as well as cut. She's plush where I'm paucious, I'm fowl bones failing to fill out sheep's skin. I keep the comparison to myself. I cough, and she turns, and she smiles. Says this frock suits me. The blood rushing to my face warms it, almost enough I stop chattering.
We start making the carriage a little warmer, lining the door with another of her dresses. It is a summer cut, too thin to keep the chill from your skin; cladding the coach door, though, it keeps the worst of the wind at bay. And once my cloak mirrors it on the door's opposite, the cabin changes. Less now a channel whose seams the wind can run through unabated. A haphazard little down, and we the rabbits.
And like rabbits, we huddle together. She has a great fur cloak, surely a gift from some earl or czar or other title. It's warm, utterly so, and so is she. The thought of her as a sheep was untoward, but I can't help but think of it again now. I had tried to avoid touching her for propriety, but she had insisted. Wrapping her arms around me like a child, but I was so cold I hadn't stopped her as she encompassed me. I'm not cold anymore, but I stay in her soft embrace nonetheless. She doesn't evict me, and I do not bring myself to ask why.
She asks me questions, about my family and my trade, about horses. It takes time, but soon I ask in turn. We have little in common, but that's an object of fascination rather than deviation. She's never horsed a shoe, I've never ridden in a coach. Her brother is a bore, mine is dead. Before we know it we are talking like friends, conversation passing between us like the present situation was the comfortable norm rather than the best way to avoid death by frost.
I don't know how long we talk, but in time the night in the cracks of our den turns from dark to pitch, and the rain calms from diluvian to quotidian. Our conversation slows with the rain, we sit in warm silence. I look up from a rambling story about my grandmother, and the lady is sleeping. Her snoring is just audible over the rain, and my heart flutters to hear it. I pull myself closer into her, and sigh through my smile.
I close my eyes, and sleep. I am warm.
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heathermason · 4 months
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all i want to do is sleep but i dont want to sleep. it is a struggle of being sick and wanting to read and or write
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miraik-writes · 2 days
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Reality
Is it just me or am I more used to scrolling through Pinterest/Insta while music from Spotify blasts thru my ears than actually writing a whole chapter? Hehehe
How ironic
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bestessaywriter · 1 year
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raedshadowlegends · 10 months
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Oh, I was curious about your opinions on Hecate. She falls neutral to mixed bag for me. I consider her an extention of systematic underworld issuessuch as BS legal code, not continuing her tirade against Hades for persuing a young Perse, and mistreatment of underworld citizens, but depending on how Rachel is writingher she actually gets to have a head on her shoulders. Lots going on there. Curious what you think or what you have heard.
For me personally, I thought she was pretty neat at the start. I especially liked the fact that she didn’t support H & P because of the age gap. But it all goes downhill once she helps Hades rip out Alex’ eye. Then she gradually becomes another H & P supporter and I just don’t care about her. I did like her at one point but I’m very ambivalent now.
She’s where she’s at on the chart because that complete 180° regarding Persephone and Hades is disgusting to me. The age gap is one of the things in LO that gets me HEATED. So to have a character flip flop so fast is just awful.
And as of lately, she just hasn’t done anything that interesting or memorable. All I remember of her from the past whatever episodes is that one panel that could’ve been cool but she had a derp face so it wasn’t. I know she’s been in a lot of episodes lately but I just don’t remember anything of significance.
I’m ambivalent with a pinch of pissed off regarding Hecate.
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pinkrifle · 1 year
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UH HII💞(I'm the one the one who requested the cartman best friends hcs) just wanted to say i LOVE the way you wrote it!! both the reader and eric were so unhinged i loved it, thank you!!
also i hope you don't mind me sending some more requests lol cause im officially in love with your writingh💞
OH MY GAWSSHH 😭❤️❤️🎀🎀 THANK U! i love cartman so i literally gave it my all to make him a menace ❤️
ofc i dont mind!! i do have like 3 more requests so stuff might be slow 🎀
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graciesgemss · 1 year
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Here’s another poem from my ocd poetry book based on my life!
#newpoetrybook #poetry #writingheals
Releasing soon!!
Follow my Instagram @ myinkstainedsoul for updates on my poetry and the book release:)
“4”
At four years old, I had a fear,
A nagging voice that no one could hear.
I'd count and touch and tap each thing,
And always felt the need to bring
My toys in order, in a line,
Or else, the world just wasn't fine.
At four years old, I couldn't explain,
The constant chaos in my brain.
But then came the thoughts that plagued my mind,
The need to check, to count, to find
The fear that gripped me every day,
The urge to make it all okay.
I couldn't explain the things I felt,
My mind was trapped within a spell,
A cycle I couldn't escape,
A burden I had to carry and take.
My family couldn't understand
The reasons why I'd wash my hands
So many times until they bled,
Or why I'd count the books I read.
They thought it was just a phase,
That I would outgrow my obsessive ways,
But the thoughts only grew stronger each day,
And the rituals consumed me in every way.
I felt so lost and all alone,
Trapped in a world I couldn't own,
But I learned to fight and face my fears,
To challenge the thoughts that brought me tears.
And now I stand, years later on,
Still fighting the battles that aren't gone,
But with each passing day, I grow stronger,
And I know that I will last longer.
For I am more than just my OCD,
I am a person with a heart that beats,
And though my struggles may never end,
I know that I am more than just my mental bend.
So if you're like me and fight this fight,
Know that you are not alone in the night,
And though it may be hard to see,
There is a light within you that can set you free.
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haunted-whisperings · 9 hours
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there has been a change in my vital signs something inside my mind has declined unwilling to further its investigation finally uttering true devastation do not put me on life support, a crutch though my skin is cool to the touch i believe i can hold on for a while longer offer me a transfusion, make me stronger or you could let me be, watch me float out to sea bury me there in the deep just a skeleton of who i used to be churning in the celestial ocean keeping an eye on my heartbeat's innermost motion do you think there might be a magical potion hidden in a subterranean cave beneath hoping to find something in which to sink my teeth holding my breath diving possibly to my death monsters of the depth follow my trail of blood wishing to feed from my flesh, trying to drag me through the mud black waters then envelope me
returned now to my home freed from the darkness, no longer needing to roam this is where i've longed to be, free no evil doers here, just me i need to speak my peace a simple question, rescue me please thought i could do it alone i need your help one more time place the tourniquet, make your pledge keep me from my final hemorrhage
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"He:[she] who writes in blood and aphorisms does not want to be read, he:[she] wants to be learned by heart."
~ Friedrich Nietzsche ~
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softandpowerful · 1 year
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My creativity comes in waves; I’m either drowning in it or starving for a single drop. Working to create more, write more, feel more. Here’s an oldie but a goodie: “the exhaustion overtakes me swallows me whole and spits me out with no remorse i am suffocating under the ambivalence of depression lost and alone with no motivation to escape too tired to even pray to the setting sun or make any effort towards completion” I will be okay. #poetry #poetryporn #poetrycommunity #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetrygram #poetryofig #poetryofinstagram #poems #poem #poemporn #poemoftheday #poemsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinsta #depression #sadpoetry #bipolar #creativity #coping #writing #writingtherapy #journaling #writingcommunity #writingheals #writings #writingofinstagram #writer #writersliftingwriters https://www.instagram.com/p/CkpMsYmMCKP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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michellewithwings · 1 year
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ophidioph0bia · 6 months
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SHUT UP IM WRITINGH SMUT WHY DO I NEED A CHECKLIST...
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