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It's strange what time can do.......
One day your a little girl that all the other kids avoid, scared of death, yet you think you were born to die, and scared frozen watching the creatures that watch you.
The next your a questioning who you are. Chasing death to ecaspe being made fun of, and all the drama. Being labeled with Depression and the feeling that the "creatures" are your only friends.
The next your a closed trans boy still dealing with Depression. Plus new found Dysphoria. Still being made fun of every now and then. But now you have friends that truly care about you. Now you are not alone, you have something to live for, and don't have to fake your emotions to make anyone happy.
Over and Over.
ME: *This is horrible. It's humiliating, shameful, and embarrassing. No one will understand; no one will have let this happen to them. Breathe. Post it anyway.*
All my survivor friends: SAME.
So amazing!
Totally a Real Human Man and not an ancient avatar molded out of clay and imbued with the power of Truth.
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Alive.
Solidarity.
Innocence.
I dive through the warm water.
A loving cat,
A friend so close.
Fleeting touches
Reach out through space.
Step out of the fog
That clouded my mind.
For obstacles
Are not endings.
And persistence
Will keep you alive.
We have life to live, commitments to keep, money to make, fun to have, moments to enjoy, and people to love, yet no time to heal.
When your flatmate ask you-again- what are you doing on your couch, under three blankets, drinking roiboos and reading fanfictions on a Friday night, well doing things alone.
“Don’t you have a fuck buddy to see this week Lorraine ?”
STRUGGLE
actually this is real yellow is a bliss/happier and until became they might can be darkness or something.
I feel the same way :)
hey phantom wing anon… I have phantom wings that work much the same way!
I also don’t feel them all the time and often don’t feel them when I lay or sit, sometimes I do, and sometimes it’s like they just… phase through whatever would squish them or have them sitting uncomfortably… phantom limbs aren’t always totally logical!
yep! solidarity! :D
You aren't aren't alone my beloved Kei. I'm sure there are many of us who have this curse! But we should consider this a blessing not a curse. There are many AU's that fit in perfectly with our favorite anime couple, InuKag.
i swear to fucking god i am CURSED with the ability to make every fucking thing ever watch and make it into an Inukag AU. i swear to god sometimes it’s annoying sometimes its a blessing but either way whY DOES MY BRAIN DO THIS
american horror story guys. i watched fuckinG THE FIRST EPISODE OF SEASON 8 OF AMERICAN HORROR STORY AND MY BRAIN WENT “LOL HEY I HAVE AN IDEA FOR INUKAG AU WANNA HEAR IT” AND i shit you not i legit just wrote down the entire on and saved it as a fucking draft and it’s 1 am and i should be in bed fuck my life
You aren’t alone
To all those people out there, working on the field, doing something good for others during these COVID 19 times, Thank you. I salute you with all my respect.
To all those people who are affected by this harsh situation whether directly or indirectly, those who are suffering from the negativity, just remember that you are not alone in this. We will always be there for you.
The world is ready to help, don’t feel alone, we are all in this together.
Lots of love,
Vero
I spat out my chocolate milk…
JEONGHAN ✶ NOT ALONE M/V ( 2021 )
Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?
Everybody, apparently: No?
Nos Sumus in Tenebris
Nos Sumus in Tenebris
This week’s six-sentence story prompt by girlontheege was EDGE. I wrote about a woman walking home after dark, with the feeling she is being followed. Or alternative summary “you aren’t afraid of being alone in the dark, you are afraid of not being alone in the dark.” She wasn’t a paranoid person, and she couldn’t explain it, but tonight as she walked down the empty street towards her house she…
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I'm not alone!
i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.
as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."
NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING
One Lonely Spider
It’s the end of the line for me.
I’m a husk
Empty
Shattered
One lonely spider dangling on a string.
What happens when the legs break and silk crumbles?
Hang on, it cries to itself,
But not courage, not will, can stop that broken little spider from falling.
And fall it does
Down
Down
Down the drain broken legs and all
Not a sad fate though
For the spider simply was too small
Too small and the world too big
Its fate was set from the very first breath
The moment its young legs touched the ground.
I can only feel bad for the spider that tried
To exist in a world built for the grand.
Farewell child
Farewell and good luck
Pray you don’t leave behind hate and pain and hurt
That they will forgive you when you go
For your broken legs could only hold you so long
No more pain, is that so wrong?