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emily-charles · 10 minutes ago
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An Old, True Story
This is an old, old story, but I was just reminded of it, so I wanted to share it.   I'm broken. I suffer from C-PTSD, PTSD, and a bunch of other BS. But I always think of kintsugi. The Japanese art of fixing something broken with gold. I may be broken, but I am beautiful in spite of my scars.   I understand that I cannot stand for the whole community. People who suffer from C-PTSD/PTSD or from narcissists: we all have our own personal experiences and deal with these kinds of things in our own way. I typically use my weird sense of humor to deal with it. In the close-up, life is so serious; it's a tragedy, but once it's in the distance a little, it becomes a comedy. I think it helps me the most because life is too short not to laugh at shit like that. The stuff I can't laugh at, I compartmentalize and tuck it away.   Like when people misuse the word narcissist, and gosh does it happen a LOT. Same with the word triggered. When my doctor diagnosed me as having C-PTSD, she said I would have certain triggers. Due to the internet making fun of the word 'triggered' so much, I actually laughed. I thought it was funny. I simply have looked at too many memes, and I laughed. I don't know what she expected of me when she gave me my diagnosis, but I don't think it was that. I don't stand for the whole community, but to me, my weird sense of humor has gotten me through a lot. Like once, my mother whom we've affectionately nicknamed Pennywise, forgot to pick me up (from a whale watching tour in BC while we were visiting family). And being the black sheep of the family, the adopted child, I was used to being forgotten. I waited around for about forty minutes and then gave up and started trudging in the direction I thought my uncle's place was. BTW, it turns out she forgot ALL about me because she was shopping. We were in a different province, and she got distracted by going shopping.   I walked about two miles in the direction of my uncle's place hoping I'd find it, and this super retro VW bus stopped and picked me up. These old hippies in this bus were awesome. We just clicked right away and we were laughing the whole ride. And they happened to be neighbors with my uncle whom we were visiting. It was great. They were great. And my Aunt really tore my mother a new one when she finally reappeared with several shopping bags.   My aunt made my mother apologize to me.   My mother STILL to this day, HATES my aunt.   A few years later, I did a DNA test (Ancestry AND 23 and me) -- and I found out, I was actually related to the woman in the VW bus. She was apart of my biological family. Life is weird. Super weird sometimes.   We reconnected and I remembered them. I asked if they still had the VW bus, and she was so confused how I knew they even HAD a VW bus, and I explained that she once picked up a lone girl on a road, on the island, and drove me to my adopted family's place. And she and her husband actually remembered me. Sometimes, life is too weird to not be funny. If Pennywise had been on time, I never would have met them. I never would have laughed with them, or gotten to ride in that old VW bus with them, or clicked with them so abruptly. Or remembered them years later, when I finally did the DNA test.   Life's too weird not to be funny sometimes.  
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mira-culously · 59 minutes ago
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camelliaofthedarkness · an hour ago
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TW: Suicide, Murder.
Tonight, she's in no hurry.
She's on a mission to make sure her target is successfully murdered. She needs to stay by her target's side. And so—
Here they are, sitting face-to-face in the basement of her house. Her target struggles silently against the rope. She waits until they realize it's no use, staring at them tiredly.
"Is killing one people not enough?" Her target whispers, disbelief and fear in their voice. "It has to be me as well?"
"Oh, trust me, I've killed more than that," She smiled sharply, though it doesn't reach her eyes. "There are people who don't deserve to live."
"No, it's not that," Her target hisses. "They are the people that deserve to die in your opinion."
"Yes," She agrees without so much of an argument, eyes following the dim light of the light leisurely. "That's why you're on my list."
"Knowing fully well that I fucking hate darkness and cramped space," Her target spats out, tone heated.
"Ah," She shrugs. "I don't remember that, actually. It's probably a coincidence."
"You won't forget that easily. You're me."
"Yes, I won't. I forget unimportant things quickly though." She sighs, "Forgetting about myself is a bizarre experience, huh? I was hoping you'll die soon since I've killed everyone else. Don't talk. I need you to shut up."
Her other self glares at her.
"If everyone's dead, then there's no reason for me to continue." She murmurs, the words echo loudly in the vacant basement. "If you're dead, I suppose I won't exist anymore. I desperately wish for that, you know? The time you wasted trying to live up to everyone's expectations... do you realize it'll be for nothing in the end?"
It's a rhetorical question, and they both know it.
"Are you going to murder me now?" Her other self asks dryly.
"No, I'm waiting, simply." She answers, eerily calm. "You know what to do."
"What if I don't?"
"There's no way you don't," She mutters. "You know how this ends. You know why I'm doing this. You're aware of me. You know this is an eventuality."
Her other self chuckles, eyes devoid of light finally fixating on her.
Tonight, she's in no hurry.
—"tonight, let me scream for the last time," shuuyasen.
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randichervitz · 3 hours ago
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Read my latest post on my favorite diamond cut! ❤ #writersofinstagram #writing #writer #creative #writersofig #creativity #create #read #reading #author #writerscommunity #writingcommunity #writings #write #writers #writeaway #writersnetwork #original #illustration #authorsofinstagram #character #characterdesign #artist #oneofakind #artistic #creator #originalcharacter #artistswhowrite #jewelers https://www.instagram.com/p/CNz1b_CDgV4/?igshid=1rnarg8c6m56c
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therealisticwriter · 3 hours ago
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HER #2
I couldn’t take my eyes of her it was was stuck in the cuteness of her and my mind was stuck in a loop sayin damn she is gorgeous.Her hair color matched the suns kisses and the three strains of hair in the side of her ears was a highlighted beauty.
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flowingstardust · 6 hours ago
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I love to write inspirational texts to help myself get through the days where I struggle and decided to turn them into posts and post them on here to start with! I’d be so grateful if you guys would like them or share them. I plan on posting them on my instagram too! But fist I want to see how it works and how I can improve them. 🥰
Check out my Tumblr for more of these in the near future! I will try to post a text a couple of times a week to start with!
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t-o-s-k-a · 8 hours ago
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esta noche brindo por ti,
por que las cosas se aclaren
por que podamos ser felices
por que podamos sanar
por que el universo conspire a nuestro favor
y podamos reencontrarnos
y volvamos a ser,
por que tú estás allá
por que yo estoy acá
por que morimos de ganas de coincidir,
brindo por ti y por mi
por lo que un día fuimos,
y por lo que deseamos poder ser
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السعادة
Ya rabb 🌹 it just keeps on multiplying to anyone who reflects , understands and contemplate the verses of the Qur'an & the Sunnah..
الحمدلله يارب ، الْحَمْدُ لِلَّهِ الَّذِي بِنِعْمَتِهِ تَتِمُّ الصَّالِحَاتُ
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thebeginningsofhereafter · 10 hours ago
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you don't have to look further. It is in front of you. It is already in you.
Therefore don't look further.
@thebeginningsofhereafter
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thebeginningsofhereafter · 10 hours ago
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Simplicity counts. All we need is just simple luxury. And we have it everyday.
The reward of simplicity is immense.
@thebeginningsofhereafter
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t-o-s-k-a · 10 hours ago
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quizás deba soltarte y dejarte ir...
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november-rage · 14 hours ago
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"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are same."
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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depressionisms · 16 hours ago
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the romantics and the poets have wisdom shared with them from the screaming flood waters, and the scorned women and the angry gods: eviscerate everything you love and salvage the pieces from which to subsist. the contradiction, 2021, a a d
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depressionisms · 16 hours ago
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thinking upon all the occasions in which I have been used to fill the holes in someone else's time. being hated is nothing new for creatures such as we. both as friend, both as foe between vials of putrid heartache cybernetic rabbits, fairies in pill capsules, I wonder what it's like when your breaths don't ring with pain. when a dark sun, something sloppy, heavy-handed or a weathered billboard on a lonely highway, doesn't sway or soothe you. for me, it is frenetic. too much or too little. the slow burn gnaws away at my psyche and I dwell upon the diction, study it closely turn it in my hand. the ocean as a metaphor for love, the ocean as a metaphor for fucking, the ocean as a metaphor. ruin me with your metaphor. april stillness, 2021, a a d
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feral-ballad · 18 hours ago
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...your mind performs like a circus, sharp as a sword somebody has to swallow,
Alicia Ostriker, from The Imaginary Lover; “Waiting all”
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