Everything That I Learned From YouI. Care too much. That's what you're afraid of, right? That when he goes to sleep and all you want to do is touch his hand to remind yourself he's real (for the moment)—you're in too deep. You care too much. You are clinging too tightly and your concern will strangle him. You think that if you tell him how much you love his eyes or you stare too long at his mouth when he talks or fold yourself around him as he sleeps he will leave because the love you put on him is too heavy. But care about him anyway. Love and kindness are too far last in this world. If he pushes you away as you cradle his head in your arms then he does not understand you. Love too much and if he doesn't love enough, leave him. Don't be afraid of caring. That's when you become afraid of being cared for.Everything That I Learned From You11 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
II. Tell him he's beautiful. Remind him that his hands are the only ones you want to hold. Compliment him whenever you can
Message From the Real World Oh, hello. It's been a while, hasn't it? I'm just checking in on you again, wanting to see how you're doing. You're still doing well, given the circumstances. I can tell you're using your ability to read to your benefit as well. That's why I'm here. You don't remember what happened, I'm afraid. You didn't seem to remember last time, or the time before that, or even the time before. The deaths, fires, robberies, none of it. The blow that struck you in the head doesn't ring any bells either, does it? Either way, that doesn't seem to matter to you. You're living your life. You have friends that care for you, even if you don't think they do. You have food, water, shelter, and even entertainment. You have life. You have hobbies. At times, you even have hope. But most of all, you refuse to listen. Listen to the messages I give you year after year. I've interfered the best I could. Shaking the world around you, messing with your little fantasy never elicited a response frMessage From the Real World5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
A short story The darkness was comforting for some reason, I usually like bright places more.A short story1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
But this was something exciting, something that rarely ever happened; a power outage. Life had always been boring, it was nice to have something special happen every once in a while.
I sat in front of an oil lamp, wrapped in a thick blanket. I was glad school got canceled because of all that snow outside.
I held up a piece of paper and giggled.
My dad entered the room. “What are you drawing?” he asked as he came closer.
“My little ponies,” I replied. I handed him the silly drawings of ponies, my poor attempts at making fun of a kids’ TV show. He chuckled at the sight and simply left.
A few minutes later while I continued drawing, my dad came back. He had his tablet. Fortunately he fully charged it before the power outage. He pulled a chair and sat next to me, showing me the season 1 premiere of My Lit
I am Not the Little MermaidI will not slice my tail in two or rip out my voice box for you.I am Not the Little Mermaid1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
Creativity ExerciseI did an exercise before joining this site-I made idea notebooks, which I wrote down ideas that I had day by day, week by week, for a couple of years.Creativity Exercise3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Because of this, I've come up with Indumati and her entire universe.
I would like to propose something for all of you, my friends, and even strangers.
Would you be interesting in taking part in this exercise? No, not for me. For yourselves. Post a journal of your ideas!
1. Don't worry about how many or how little you have. Do five, do ten, do as many as you like.
2. Don't worry if they are good or bad. Embrace all ideas. If you're not very good at first, it's okay. I wasn't either, but I improved as I practiced.
3. Don't listen to the haters. First off, haters are not good critics at all, especially when they cannot provide good grounds for their arguments. Ignore them, move on, and continue.
4. Don't be afraid! Try new things! Experiment! If you like one field, that's okay. But if you wish to try another, or even try many,
Honesty and Revelations~Honesty and Revelations~6 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I will not die this day~
I have spoken with myself~
I know what I am~
I have seen and experienced it all, from witnessing murder to committing it, I am no longer afraid to admit my sin's, so ask away if you are more curious~
There is so much most will never experience, and i pray that they never do~
Despite how unlucky my life has been i have grown from that, I have become far more powerful than I would ever have been if not for those events~
I seek the power I deserve, and everyone should~
Being modest gets us nowhere, so give it all or go home~
Isolation really makes you think, makes you realise how much you miss physical contact, passionate or other.
Love has become a need, but its also a fear for me~
A feeling of pain in my chest, the threat of fresh tears forming in my eye's and the terrible feeling of rejection looming ahead makes something so serious impossible.
Along with the thought of knowing you will either be left by that loved one, forced to watch them be happy without you
seedsand i know i wont ever grow the way im supposed to im a dandelion in a field of tulips im not a real flower but i want to be treated as something more than a weed and its not possible for me to bloom but i always wanted to and even if my hope falls flat i will die and become one with the earth once again and i will hope that i can be in that field of tulips as a precious gem and not a fucking weed that gets pulled out and ripped apartseeds4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Love is a CatIt happened slowly, gently. It happened like a cat.Love is a Cat10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Uninvited, it entered by the window, as the doors were locked. It sniffed the air, felt at home. Walked in as if it belonged.
Its soft paws made no sound, triggered no alarm. There it was, under everyone’s sight, grooming on your couch. How did it dare, that stray cat!
It was elegance incarnate, a gentleman born or a lady in disguise. It claimed the house by right of conquest, through and through. It scratched the furniture and knocked things down. Such a nuisance, that stray cat! Pompous thing, this is not your home! Go back to where you belong!
It imposed its presence, refused to leave. You have to give it to it, stubborn little thing. How much harm could come from that? Fine, you can stay, you little stray cat.
And before you realize, before you know, the cat is what makes your house seem home. It purrs when you arrive and cries when you leave; it protects the house and keeps it clear from disease. No plague has come to you s
.:Demonstration d'Amour:."Je t'aime.:Demonstration d'Amour:.4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Nous nous aimons"
That's the concept
Simple and clear.
We both like each other.
The concept of Love
whatever you call it
Nous nous aimons"
Things get harder
we're not two anymore
You like him
I like her
We both like each other
Love must be shared
you seems to love him more
Just like I seem to like her more.
You don't talk to me
I don't talk to you
Yet we like each others
I am not sure
Do we love each other?
Or was it just a lie
a random promise
between two people
trying to fool each other?
I think I like you
I hope you like me
and vice versa?
Was just our love a dream?
I like her
She doesn't seem to notice
You like him
he ignores you
like you were nothing
I like her more
you like him
Mais est-ce que tu m'aimes, moi?"
I think I like you
But I am sure you don't
Is that L
.: Happy Tails :. Envy"Huff puff huff puff" a boy gasped for breath as he ran. He ran without knowing where he was running. The boy had his clothes ripped a bit and the clothe for his left arm was completely torn off. He ran as he used a cane to tap where he was going as blood dripped with every step he took. His entire left face was covered in blood ....the reason? His forehead had a cut and boy....it was a nasty one. The boy....was Oliver "Ah...ha....huff....huff" he kept running away. As he ran, he was slowly being followed by five ominous shadows two of them holding a metal pipe and the other a knife...in Oliver's hand was a piece of paper written in Braille. ...and under it English. Oliver was also seen with a graduation gown and hat. He has graduated Pawsville High but....he wasn't having fun....no...he was not..: Happy Tails :. Envy5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
At the police station
"SOMEONE SAVE HIM!!!" a mother sobbed and yelled out as Police tried their best to find what she had lost "P-please!!! SAVE MY BABY!!!" It wss Oliver
Oh look an extremely short rantOkay, so I’m beginning to get a little flipped out. So, since last month, I’ve been seeing several reports that the FCC will be holding a conference on February 26th, 2015, to decide whether Net Neutrality will remain, or if our Internet is screwed and passed over to the cable companies, who will do as they please with the Internet.Oh look an extremely short rant1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
Yeah, well, that’s tomorrow.
What’s so bad about this? Let’s go over some specifics about this. First, supposing the cable companies were to get power over the Internet, that would mean they would be charged an extra fee just to provide Internet. Wanna know what that means? Unless cable companies were to be generous enough to pay a huge fee to give out Internet, we won’t have any Internet to complain about or to use for 17 hours a day.
Secondly, that means we won’t be able to use dA as well as we’re able to. That also means that, all those friends you have on deviantART? Gone. All that art you worked so hard t
ScatteredSometimes I wonder what it would be like to live in an alternate universe..Scattered1 day ago in Emotional More Like This
Then I sit here and realize,
That maybe all of the alternate universes have already combined into one..
And then I feel as if I'm living in it..
Feeling every outcome and possibility..
Then I remember that it's not reality..
I remember that it's just fiction
My MuseMy MuseMy Muse1 week ago in Emotional More Like This
My senses reeling
Am overtired or loss that I feel
Who is she that holds my heart, is she real
or just my imagination trying to conceal
If I give my love will I soar to the heavens
or will I be torn apart and and crash in the fore winds
Filled with doubt should I give in or hold my ground
I feel alive with what I have found
Do I dare continue to care
or do I shield my heart and always beware
Where has she gone, I long to know
time to keep cool and watch what I show
Resplendent.Call me your instrument;Resplendent.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I'll play for you.
Tie my hands behind my back, I will
stir you with my music;
my spirit dedicated to your
my zeal never abating;
I'll never stop short of staggering-
my notes will ripple through your core,
surging and swelling and furrowing with an eager intensity
right into your very soul.
my cutting story.In eighth grade life was hard. Being bullied mom still drinking. So I had enough and didn't know what to do about the beginning of my depression. So I picked up a small pocket knife and cut my left arm with one small cut that didn't even leave a scar. That year I only cut five times but the next year things got worse.my cutting story.3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
My friend found out about the cutting. So she cut with me. Then she stopped but for me I was hooked. I didn't know what to do. So I try to keep it a secret but every time I cut I just added more scars. I didn't know it was bad but I still did it. Then near the end of the year we moved into a new house and mom stopped drinking. So things were looking up but I still was cutting. I known as me.
It was September and I finally told my therapist about the cutting and I wanted to stop. So she hospitalized me for the first time. So that means my mom founded out and my sister knew I was still doing it. Anyway after the hospital I was two weeks clean. B
Oliver 1 - The HouseOliver 1 - The House3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
My spine shivers as I think about that house. The smells, the colors, all these things come to my mind in a wave, at the same time. I was living there since my family came from France, when I was ten. That city surprised me, Tiverton sure is a beautiful place!
I had already talked by letters with my uncles and cousins, and was eager to meet them in person. They lived in London, a little far from where I would be soon, but still, it was closer than Paris. Nothing a few hours of travel can not do. And by land, even better. I could no longer look at the sea without retching.
The older cousin was my age, and she told me a lot about the place. The other one couldn't write yet, she was too young. My english was terrible and I could hardly understand what she wrote, needing the help of my parents, which made me embarrassed. I hated who read the letters were destined to me, but there was not much I could do. Anyway, the more I learned about the place,
Face ValuePersonas and facades;Face Value5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
They're all throw away.
My LifeI was born on May 15, 1997, in Tupelo, Mississippi, and I currently live in Ripley, Mississippi, with my parents.My Life4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I was born with Asperger's, and this kind of made life kind of hard for me. I didn't really get involved that much with my classmates, and I tended to keep my myself a lot, and I didn't really understand some jokes or social cues.
Math was also a rather hard subject for me to handle. I couldn't do even simple math problems like equations at first, and I was lucky enough to make a C or a D. It got so bad, that I was perfectly willing to kill myself so I wouldn't have to worry about math anymore. I had to go through some counseling so that I wouldn't do it, and I didn't. Math is still pretty hard for me to understand, but at least I am no longer suicidal.
I also used to cry a lot at school. I eventually had to leave my first school and I went to Blue Mountain, because none of the teachers wanted to put up with me. They just assumed that I was a troublemaker and that I wouldn'
poignantI was never aware of my own breathing, my own heartbeat, until I met them. They somehow managed to bring out my best and worst, and I - no, my whole existence, my entirety - was amplified when they were near. I projected myself into small actions, and when I thought they noticed, I’d erupt. With the flash of a smile like summer and laugh like a warm breeze (certainly not aimed at me) I was complete, and it terrified me. I’d hum with energy when they would touch my arms, but when they pulled away - an apology on their lips - I’d deflate. I became useless and they remained beautiful.poignant13 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
There was no love, but if there was, it would have been doomed from the start. The feeling of breathlessness lasted me from the fading warmth of September until the bitter cold of February and just like that, it disappeared. My lungs were full and they were gone and even when I gulped in air I could not breathe and for the life of me I don
. - R e v e s - .Enfance envolée, paradis détruit. - R e v e s - .4 days ago in Emotional More Like This
Regarde, tous tes rêves sont partis
Tu ne vois plus qu'un gouffre sans fin devant toi
Mais ne sais-tu pas que depuis des années déjà,
Tu tombes au fond de ce puits ?
Pourtant tu as essayé, tu as fuis
Les couleurs que tu voyais étant enfant
Disparaissent sans laisser de trace
Et peu à peu elles laissent leur place
À un noir profond et cinglant
Ah ! Tu pensais pouvoir t'échapper ?
Tu pensais pouvoir au fond de ton esprit te réfugier ?
Mais ce n'est que le début, un commencement
Un prologue mal rédigé, ta vie en fin de compte
N'est qu'un livre fantaisiste, un conte
Dans lequel tu aurais voulu disparaître en t'y noyant
Mais la vie n'est pas si facile,
Regarde plutôt la vérité en face, imbécile !
Dans ta tête tu t'enferme
En compagnie de tes rêves d'enfant
Mais ces songes deviennent ternes
Tu n'oses pas sortir de peur qu'en sortant
Tu ne sois pas en
Moderni VitamDurate et vosmet rebus servate secundis. -VirgilModerni Vitam3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
("Carry on and preserve yourselves for better times.")
People will forever beat their heads on a brick wall, wishing to break through.
They will never look for the door that stands next to them.
Folk will sing about injustice, and scream of oppression,
But they will do nothing to correct injustice or revolt against the regime they 'oppose'.
Human beings will forever torment themselves with questions they wish to have answered,
And yet they will always ignore those who hold the answers they seek.
Society has some darkened perspectives:
Defend yourself justly against a tyrannical majority: you are a criminal.
Protect those weaker than yourself: you are only 'trying to hide' some assumed evil.
Yelling louder than anyone else 'proves you are right'.
The government 'always lies' to you, but the media who are known for falsehood 'would never lie to you'.
And lastly that one idiot with an opinion is worth more in the grand scheme of understandi
OCD ConfessionsThe writing on this is centered.OCD Confessions5 days ago in Emotional More Like This
I sanitize my phone, my hands, the doorknobs, almost everything.
Yes, I didn't breathe as I walked into that room, or past that doorway, or when I touched that surface. I breathed out, heavily, getting as much 'contaminated' air out of my lungs as I could.
I have to watch the time on my phone, when it plays music, or when it shows what it is. On certain times, I can actually look away, and shut it off. I have to wait until it's a 'safe' number, though.
When something comes in contact with me, I wipe that area, with a liquid of any kind. It gets rid of the germs, right? That's what I believe.
When I thought of that 'bad' thing-- yes, that really must lead to thought contamination. I breathe out in the other direction, and I'm safe, clean. That's what I think to myself.
I cover things up with my finger, or anything, as to not see it. If it's a 'bad' color, or shows a 'bad' numb
Mainly 'One' RegretYou choose to live in the present, you decide to accept mistakes you've done. You are looking forward to the future and hope is something you are ready to embrace.Mainly 'One' Regret3 days ago in Emotional More Like This
And then in a glimpse, it strikes you, with its cold hard reality. Regrets always come to find you, to challenge your will and strength. And you have to accept it. It's ok. You can manage, you can learn. As a human being, it's just something you have to deal with.
Except that for one, I really can't. I wish so many things but I only have one regret that strong I can barely live with. If only I hadn't lost you...
And then it's only bitterness and pain, sadness and paralysis. And a deep search for reasons to move on and forward, to live again, entirely.