I Am a WarriorEVERY DAY IS A FIGHTI Am a Warrior3 days ago in Emotional
Every morning is a battle to get ready for the day.
Every afternoon is a fight to stay awake.
Every night is a fight to find sleep.
And between every fight, is another one.
Fighting pain, constant pain, All day, All night,
EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
But even though the pain hasn't stopped, that doesn't mean it's stopped me.
I AM A CHRONIC PAIN WARRIOR
oblivionMy world is white. I'm sitting in a glass room, in front of an hourglass that never seems to run out of sand. I've been here for as long as I can remember -- any memories from before are so faded and distorted that they no longer hold any credibility. I'm convinced that nothing will ever end -- and, likewise, nothing will ever begin. Time is passing, but nothing changes. This is the "ideal." I will never have to face the world beyond my glass room.oblivion2 days ago in Emotional
But there are cracks. No fortress is impenetrable -- and it shouldn't be, I know it shouldn't be, but I can't help but wish it was.
The cracks are spreading. One might think that to be a good thing -- let the light in, after all these years -- and yet all I can see outside is darkness. In the distance, there are little lamps, each held by one person. No one lives fully in the light; even they are surrounded by the darkness.
When I see those lamps, I feel a spark of hope. I glance down at myself for the first time in ages, only to find that m
My Lady, New OrleansI went home to New Orleans today for a short break from school.My Lady, New Orleans1 day ago in Emotional
I stared out the driver’s side window as I drove across the bridge over Lake Pontchartrain, out at the skyline I’ve come to know so well. The Superdome squatted like some gigantic mushroom between high-rise office buildings and glinting towers of glass and steel, and if I looked to my left, the cypress groves of the swamp stretched out beyond the horizon, eerie and graceful as their moss-laden branches swayed in the evening wind. Even from that distance, I could see the lights of the city center dancing over the dark water, and in my mind I could hear her music. The air sings with screams and laughter, with sirens, with angry sounds, with gunshots and glass breaking and every type of music. It is an impossible city at war with itself, every horrible and wonderful thing blended together to create something terrifying and lovely and utterly unique.
New Orleans. It’s insane and violent and corrupt and vital
For Those Who Battle Depression Anxiety1) You do matter.For Those Who Battle Depression Anxiety3 days ago in Emotional
2) You're here for a reason.
3) People do care.
4) You are important.
5) You are loved.
6) Your not alone.
7) Hey! I understand the position your in right now.
8) This is not your fault.
9) YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!!
10) Never bottle it in. Tell someone how you feel.
11) Stay strong!
12) Always keep your head up!
13) Imperfections are beautiful.
14) Things will get better if you are patient
15) Hey I love you.
16) It must be difficult.
17) You are a miracle not a disappointment!
18) I understand how you feel.
19) Don't listen to those jerks they're just jealous of you.
20) You are appreciated.
21) It's ok to feel this way.
22) Don't give up.
Addiction and AlchemyIt will never happen to me or for me. It least that’s what I think. Hell, that’s what everyone thinks at some point, or another. That’s what I think every time. Then… she becomes an extension of your body, an extension of your mind. They sink in, seep in under the skin, like some kind of rose colored soul heroine.Addiction and Alchemy3 days ago in Emotional
You expect them to feel the same. You want to believe what they said was real. You want to believe that it was real, those moments of shared beauty, of laughter and thrills. Then they cut you clean, quit you, like you never meant anything. Which in all honesty, probably isn’t true, but you can’t control how you feel.
“Sober” on the wind, a “goodbye forever” from pastel pink lips. A shadow just behind you as you walk. The longing drain clouding every step you take. Dreaming for that old numbness to take you away, because nothing is better then everything.
And LOVE fucking lurks, smirking like a stalking jackal, becaus
Two Is Better Than OneTwo Is Better Then OneTwo Is Better Than One2 days ago in Emotional
Everyone says it's good to have one but having two is better, if you have two of the same thing then you have a spare but I bet you're confused, wondering why i'm talking about how having two things is better than having one. Let's just say you won't like it.
I had two pencil sharpeners one was just a razor and the other a sharpener but then I thought maybe I can have an upstairs razor so when my family was gone I broke the second sharpener and now I have two razors. Two razors are better than one razor.
I know some of you have said I need to get rid of the razors but I have spent months trying to get those razors and now I have them and now I need to get rid of them, it will be like making a drawing you spent months on and your art teacher saying they hate it and tell you to throw it away.
I have been wanting to hurt myself ever since I got triggered and depressed, and now I can but I will try not to unless I forget to try and just do it without thinking cos tha
PonderingWhen you pick up a broken piece of glass, it often cuts your hand.Pondering2 days ago in Emotional
My heart was fragmented too.
Did it hurt you to hold it?
If so, I think I find it easier to forgive you for letting me go.
An uncanny stranger..One fine day, you open your eyes for the first time.. The whole world laid before your eyes, much more than what your brain can grasp! Your brain needs to learn and adapt to understand even a tiny fraction of what your eyes see! It takes time.. maybe a few days in some cases or a few years in others.. Eventually, you discover the cycle of life and death! You learn that your life and time on this planet is finite.. Space and time existed before you and will continue to exist after you disappear! This finite time of yours could range anywhere between few months to a few years, you can never be sure! You now dream about the life that's left in you.. you aspire to become someone, you have goals, ambitions.. you lay your wholelife in front of you and start charting what you will do when.. you set goals for 'before am 20', 'before am 30' and so on.. But, your life isn't just about these goals, is it? You have a finite life and you also want to live it to the fullest! You want good friends, yAn uncanny stranger..2 days ago in Emotional
When Words Faili used to be able to spin fantasies out of words, worlds out of phrases. I was telling short stories since i knew how to string sounds together as language.When Words Fail2 days ago in Emotional
i fell in love with words at a young age and i hated them when i fell in love with you because they abandoned me on the crest of your lips and the curve of your waist. when i wanted to reach inside my chest and pull out my heart so you could see the beat it played for you, my words were gone. i’ve never been good with action or acts of expression but they were all i had left. i wrapped my fingers around yours and hoped you could feel the galaxies in your pulse like i. i tried to tell you that you were taping me together, that I was kronos in the pit before i met your lips but it just came out ‘i’m broken.’ but so were you. i tried to piece you back together but every limb i touched turned to sand and i could feel you slipping apart. i had only ever been good at words but my golden tongue was gone and you wer
Meurs?Alors comme ça,mon petit Pech, tu trouvais "Va crever" trop violent à entendre?Meurs?7 hours ago in Emotional
C'est vrai que ça sonne assez brutal.
Mais...c'est pour ça que j'aime ces mots.
En gros, je te demande de dégager d'ici et de mourir.
C'est simple, non?
Pourquoi ne le fais-tu donc pas?
Pourquoi me laisses-tu chanter dans le vide si tu as compris ce que je voulais?
Es-tu méprisant à ce point-là, Petit Jardinier Postiche?
Tu pourrais être fort et essayer de me battre.
Comme tu le cries si fort.
Mais nous savons tous les deux que ça n'arrivera pas, hein?
T'es bien trop trouillard pour me battre.
Je te fais peur, hein?
Sir aussi, hein?
Tu me fais pitié.
Tu ne comptes plus poster cette déclaration de guerre, j'imagine.
Est-ce parce que tu ne veux plus te battre?
As-tu déjà abandonné?
Ou as-tu simplement pris peur.
T'es qu'un gros trouillard, tu sais?
De toute façon, ne t'inquiète pas.
Je la posterai pour toi ce
A plena luz del sol (7)A plena luz del sol (7)20 hours ago in Emotional
Milenios atrás, me veo a mí mismo, frente al espejo del baño del colegio, está sucio con manchas de jabón y témpera el techo con bolas de confort-jabón pegadas y hay olor a termo explotado después de un mes, y para qué decir del olor a mierda/ala/pene. Me estoy viendo y trato de verme lo más decente que un joven a sus 18 puede verse.
Es el día de la despedida de cuarto. El Ignacio me gusta y está ahí entregando tarjetas que habían escrito ellos para nosotros, lo veo entregándosela a cada uno. El corazón me late a mil por hora, me siento extraño por sentirme así por un hombre. Me pasa una tarjeta y sigue con lo demás evadiéndome la mirada. La leo:
“Ojalá te vaya bien en la vida jijiji que cumplas tus sueños y…” hueá pussy, me la pasé por el hoyo; ojalá literal. Hasta tiene caritas tiernas dibujadas como el pico y un arcoíris con una nu
SadnessSadness and pain filled the interior of my ego and my heart. Everyone scrutinized me with looks of blame, anger and hatred. What have I done? I know I shouldn't have participated in this case, but I didn't hurt anyone physically or mentally. Nobody pitied me. Their looks all said the same thing: Shame on you. I felt hurt and melancholy. Tears were trying to run down my eyes but I always stopped them before they did so. These emotions and feelings caused me to have no appetite to eat, drink or play. My leader would have to scold us on the meeting today, and exile us, for the worst.Sadness8 hours ago in Emotional
FreedomFreedom...Freedom22 hours ago in Emotional
“The power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.
Absence of subjection to foreign domination or despotic government”
Foreign domination... restraint...
So complex, so simple. But at the same time is bound to the limits and the power we give society to restraint us... and the amount of power we give society... hell...
What did I do with freedom? I made my mind. I went out. I made friends; I made Victor my friend. I pushed, pulled, tied strings together in my endless quest for belonging. I am close - not so much, but it is scary enough - I am close to have a drinking problem, but it is not because of freedom. It’s probably because of the lack of it.
What did I do with freedom? I found something I love. I accepted whatever I am, or most of it. I tamed most of my anger. I became socially acceptable. In my freedom, I learnt to give it away, every little bit of it. I can’t work on a schedule, I can’t work withou
It is always your choice.you are allowed to be sad. you are allowed to be angry. but don't you dare tell me i didn't give you a choice. you had a choice. i made sure you knew you had a choice. you could chose to stay, with me, without this tumor, or you could chose to walk away, to never see me again, to pack up your breathing living daughters and walk out that door, leaving the key behind you.It is always your choice.1 day ago in Emotional
no. you didn't have a choice about what i did with my body. with these cells. with this parasite. if you had taken away my right to remove this cancer, i would have jumped off the balcony, or run straight into oncoming traffic, or twist my car around a proud oak tree.
i chose me. i chose you. i chose these three funny, wonderful, beautiful girls with their brilliant eyes and giggles and freckles.
you still have a choice. you can always walk away.
i never changed. i told you from day one that i never wanted children. i made an exception for you. for your daughters. but when a mistake happened. i chose to rectify that mis
UntitledTo truly judge a man you first have to break him then see how he picks himself up againUntitled16 hours ago in Emotional
Sweet dream (RUS)Маленькие склянки, потемневшим стеклом отражающиеся в слегка прищуренных глазах. Шаги медленные, будто растягивающие время, смакующие каждое движение. Стены, разриSweet dream (RUS)2 days ago in Emotional
art requestsHi everyone it's been a long time... tomorroew ( friday 5 of february) will be carnival on meh school! (that isn't the real notice...) The real notice is:...art requests2 days ago in Emotional
I do a fnaf art!!! you tell me a caracter from fnaf and i will draw it in krita ;3
NowhereSometimes nowhere is the best somewhere, if it's with people who care about you.Nowhere7 hours ago in Emotional
A Eulogy to My Hopes and DreamsThursday January 21st, 2016A Eulogy to My Hopes and Dreams20 hours ago in Emotional
We gather here today in remembrance of My Hopes and Dreams. My Hopes, Dreams, and I were always the best of friends; always together, always listening to each other's ideas...
We were the perfect trio, always in near-perfect harmony, until just a few days ago.
Thinking back to it now, I was the weakest of the three. I always needed help and when I fell, My Hopes and Dreams always caught me and helped me back on my feet. I do not believe I will find finer friends than they.
Such a strong character, that one. Always looking at the bright side of things; never did the thought of something worse cross her mind. My Hopes was always there to help pick someone up and show them a new brighter possibility to look forward to. I remember a few years back when I was depressed. My Hopes came by my side, told me "It's not the end of the world." I began to feel better and with My Hopes' help, I got up and kept going.
My Hopes, I will forever be in your debt.
The muse of my diet - Isabelle CaroI've been striving to eat healthier and become thinner for nine weeks so far. Since a little before Christmas of last year, I've been making sure everything I eat is healthy, and more importantly, low-calorie. I've examined each and every label with strict scrutiny and inquisition, counted and controlled every last bit. It's been a bit of a struggle with the restrictions, the hunger pangs, and all of that, but for the most part I've been happy. I found healthy food that I like -- apples, pears, salad, mushrooms, broccoli, salmon, etc. -- and I realized just how underrated all of that is. I feel like it would be so much easier for people to become thinner if they just gave it a chance. I've also been typing down everything I eat so that I can keep track of it and not be able to lie about it, and it's really motivating. It's also good to jot down how I feel and what I've learned.The muse of my diet - Isabelle Caro7 hours ago in Emotional
My hard work has really paid off. I've lost twelve pounds and two inches from my waist. My clo
silence_2sex.silence_22 days ago in Emotional
washed hands; clean
Take in the moment.
But seen still.
In the riverbed.
This skin, like paper.
Tear, a little.
Leave these marks, as memories.
Dungeon of the mind.
Everything I want.
We all fade.
Back in the corner.
all, is silence.
break the day.
these walls are tumbling.
words formed by rocks and whip.
delicate flower, now frowns.
but we like the blood.
we are the blade.
and we are broken.
i cry out...
I Still Don't KnowI don't know, how can I overcome the end of endless calls, like nothing happened at all.I Still Don't Know2 days ago in Emotional
Where's the word called attachment?
Did it also end, when the last call ended?
Instead of some major missing, I'am experiencing major relaxing.
Does that mean, I don't have a heart or it simply means that the heart does not heart anymore, for the ends had been many a times by the same caller and that made me flexible.
I just realize, I'm actually free today!
Times change, and so am I, with the changing times or is it that I actually didn't change at all, I was always this flexible, I just realized it today!
Danger in the NightThey were just sitting there, counting the minutes until someone would appear by the car again. The silence was killer...then, something goes by the passenger window. Shock vibed through the vehicle... and frozen, confused souls shared the space along with it. One witnessed the event, the other did not. Breathing intensified, and paranoia struck hard. The unaware shook their head in disbelief...Danger in the Night3 days ago in Emotional
That was the sound of the hungry sky as it rumbled its bellowing tones. The illuminating strike of terror followed close behind. The duo held each other close burying their faces into the other’s personal space. Was it just a hallucination? A dream? Whatever it was, it felt real. Raspy whispers turned into a blood-curdling screech as one of the two’s car door swung open with force. Shock re-entered the environment and impregnated it. It was too much to bare. Shielding eyes did nothing for the situation whatsoever considering the motive causes distraction f
SleepingI run through catacombs inside my mind, but suddenly I catch a grenade.After that I find myself counting stars on top of a wrecking ball.I see scary monsters and nice sprites on the mirror on the wall.I shout "Never say never" in the hall of fame. And then, I wake up.I look at my mp3 player and listen to hellfire from "The Hunchback Of Notre Dame".It's not a good idea to sleep with music playing.Sleeping2 days ago in Emotional
It can affect your dreams...