A Symbolic State of Mind You have experienced heart break after heart break, mental, physical and spiritual abuse over the years. Yet here you are, standing on your own two feet pondering what the next day will bring. Even after all the bullying, lost family members and the break ups, you are still here. "I am only here because I have someone that I haven't met yet, I hold that person dear to me, even though I still have no idea of who it might be. You know, I look at the stars and the moon in the peaceful night sky, hoping that who it is will be looking at the same sky that I am. Funny, isn't it? I don't expect you to understand how I feel. There's this certain feeling that overcomes me when I look and gaze upon the reflection of this night sky on the still water of a lake. I can not explain what this feeling is, but all I know is that there is someone out there for me, waiting and hoping, just like I am." You believe that there is someone out there for you? Why would there be someone out thereA Symbolic State of Mind23 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Happily Ever AfterYou make my heart beat faster. You cause butterflies in my stomach. You make me smile so much, my face ends up being in pain. You make me very happy.Happily Ever After36 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
It’s amazing how you can make my day better just by saying hello. It’s amazing that you can make me smile even when I’m feeling down. It’s so amazing how you can make me feel so special, even when I don’t think I am.
What we could have, it could be amazing. It could be real and last forever. What we have could bring us closer than ever and keep us so close forever.
We don’t know if it’s love or not, but we know that we care for each other and do have something. Whatever happens, I hope we can be together and happy. I hope you and I can be in love and live happily ever after.
Random Fact Number TwoThe "best man" at the wedding wasn't originally the groom's best friend. Rather, he was the best swordsman the groom could afford to hire.Random Fact Number Two49 minutes ago in Emotional More Like This
Back in the day, most marriages were arranged. There was a great danger of the bride's actual sweetheart crashing the party and kidnapping the bride and and slicing up a bunch of people. So, the groom hired a swordsman to watch his back the entire night so he could party without worrying. The best man/swordsman would also stand outside their bedroom door on the night of the wedding to keep the groom safe and keep the bride from running away.
As time went on, it became harder and harder to find swordsmen to hire that would risk their lives for your money, so it started to move towards, "the friend you have who is best with a sword and would sacrifice himself should the need arise." Luckily for them, things calmed down and the role of best man evolved into cutting out the swordsmanship part entirely.
Trans HateI'd rather have all of my ribs broken than be perceived as female.Trans Hate1 hour ago in Emotional More Like This
The pain of my chest ripping open is nothing compared to being told I'll never be who I am.
No se sabe que sentirA veces creen que no tienes derecho a estar triste.No se sabe que sentir2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Mientras cientos de personas como tú están en una mala situación, mientras del otro lado del mundo los mismos ojos tristes miran cómo todo su esfuerzo se vuelve nada, sin poder hacer algo al respecto. La misma piel lastimada se eriza al sentir de nuevo la amenaza, no le queda más que correr. Tú que te jactas de todo aquello que no valoras ¿Por qué estás triste?
Te lo repiten una y otra vez, se graba y se guarda en un cajón.
Estos ojos que ven sólo monotonía
Esta piel que quedó marcada por el pasado.
Y de nuevo la sensación de sentirse incompleto, pequeño y solo.
Las risas amigas se apagan como bombillas sobrecargadas, explotan y se desvanecen en un apagado suspiro.
No se está triste, porque no se merece. Lo malo de todo eso... Es que al final no se sabe qué sentir.
UntitledFor a second, just seeing his face made me feel better. He kept looking at me but neither his mouth nor feet moved an inch. Not a word was driven from his lips yet his eyes said everything I needed to know.Untitled2 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
For that second I felt happy, all my problems were taken away by the wave of motion in my heart. I wish it could have stayed longer though, to make me hungry once again like it did before. I wanted him to stay.
October 20, 2014
Chapter 1: Romantic Encounter It really sucks being the new girl in town. Especially since being that you left a whole lot behind. Where you’re from, your memories. . . If I had a good sense of memory. . ., your job, knowledge of the environment around you, and loved ones. . . If I really had any. No, I was a loner, but it’s common for a girl like me I guess. I’m often quiet and to myself, but very caring and generous. Although I do have my small outbursts of different emotions known as Bipolar Disorder, but I normally have a blank face. Kind of intimidating, but approachable. To be honest, I don’t want anybody to approach me. Why on EARTH would they want to approach me. I am unstable and shy with a hideous past. I guess thats what people find thrilling now and days.Chapter 1: Romantic Encounter6 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I was on my way to Alabama. . . Anniston, Alabama. One of my friends is from there, So I’m sure things will be okay if I stick to my guns. I’m from the opposite side of the tracks. Compton, Ca
Dreaming in TechnicolourYou chased my heart through the moonbeams across the galaxies from star to star and connected the dots, leaving trails of diamond stardust in Your wake, before, behind. Then, amid the streaks in the carpets of light, I tripped over a black hole and fell... fell... fell... into Your arms. [Your relentlessness reaches deeper than the abyss.]Dreaming in Technicolour7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
And as my pulse pounded like rising thunder, You peeled back the overcast in my eyes and revealed the endless celestial elysium in Yours, bursting with energetic light that radiated with desire for me. It was the rivers of crimson gold, in particular, that broke away from the coruscating spectrums and reached down to cascade through me, rending the vitriolic virulence that crawled under my essence. The waterfalls rushed over me like tidal waves, as You lavished Your crimson over my scarlet. Supernovas melted through the icy avalanche barricades and ripped into the acid manacles eating away at a decaying ticker that thumped painfully and arrhyt
Suspended AnimationDusk deepened at the meadow's edge, and it was the swirling rush of angel wings that drew the whispering leaves to fill the eventide with shimmering enchantment. Autumn played via a three-hundred-forty-piece insect orchestra, swooning until the lunar lullaby of chalky moonrise pierced through the sound-soaked silence like peals of thunder. We explored a treelined avenue washed in soft lavender, an intricate network of garden paths under a heavy scent of flowers — everything seemed to glister and sparkle in the low light and it was all so captivating. We drank rivers of rippling starlight under the glass observation dome as the axial catwalk beneath us seemed to dissolve into nothingness and gravity had no grip on us in the uncharted expanses.Suspended Animation7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
We waltzed back and forth as we swayed and drifted through the nebulae, lapsing to and fro from reality to eternity and back, until finally, the soft twinkling of the violet blankets of night peeled back to reveal an endless celestial welkin
Getting real tired of your shit, Vienna.Some fucking words to use on this shit Idfk what even "Thesis Statement Language" FUCKGetting real tired of your shit, Vienna.7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Make a fucking SPECIFIC THESIS, VIENNA. NONE OF THAT BULLSHIT, OKAY?!
Fuck > : (
DON'T FORGET TO DEVELOP A THESIS, IDIOT. Slide explaining how to develop a thesis, because you are obviously to stupid to know when you;re already in THE TWELVE FUCKING GRADE.
Remember what you read. It's slide 14 though, for you to go back and read when you forget, fucking idiot.
Do some research, idiot. You're doing topic 2, something about bitches in the medieval time, which is like the 15th century? Idfk, but you should ask Emily, she's doing the same topic. Just fucking copy her while you're at it, cause you're to stupid to actually pick your own.
Oh fuck, "Now that you have a Thesis," like I just read this, I didn't come up with one, plz. What's a thesis? I don't even know what I'm doing, I just said "bitches in the medieval time, which is the 15th century?" like that's not go
Guess who's backWell..Where do I start? It's been quiet some time since I logged on...I don't suppose anyone's really interested but for anyone who is, this is just gonna be an update I guess.Guess who's back7 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I'm not even sure where I left off honestly :/
For the past few months, I've shut myself off from the rest of the world, I've been out once, and even then I stayed in the car while my parents went shopping. The only sort of contact I have with the outside world is here, and my email, though I've sort of been neglecting that recently.
I've started taking my meds regularly; my mum says they help but I don't see it. Yes, I smile more and I'm a little more talkative but on the inside I'm sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss. I spend most nights crying, curled up in my bed in pitch blackness. I still cut, though not as much as before, I guess that's something right?
I can feel myself getting worse even if no-one else can see it, I black out more, I'm having a lot of relationship issues, I won't go into great deta
20.10.1420.10.1420.10.148 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
- Убить меня хочешь, женщина?!
- Но… оно же с молочком… Не крепкий.
Я держала кружку в руках и немного виновато смотрела прямо ему в глаза. А он смотрел на меня как на очень
Dream EaterLet them come and take over your mindDream Eater9 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Feel our arms and weave my emotions so deep and dispersed
Let them take over our bodies so faint and endlessly
My dark dreams are your healing and beginning
You coward, your spines of nails that pinch my sides!
In torturous reticule against me, you've punish me in the dark!!
You can't take over me!
I'm stronger than your careless menacing!!
I let power take over me!
To be pure light against the enemy!!!
Your spiny hands so blinding!
And your body that took over me!!!
Start dancing in the flame.
You'd love to see me with you wouldn't you?
Your heartless needs to take care of my pleasures.
And rape my feelings that I could never have!
My dark dreams are your healing and beginning.
In torturous reticule against me, you've punish me in the dark!
This wasn't only one time!
I'd hate to feel something I've never had!!
Feeling with your invisible hands!
Get away from me, take away my thoughts and memories!
Your spiny hands so blinding...
And your body that
Lonely MoonThis is my first attempt at a short story, that only involves a monologue. So bare with it.Lonely Moon10 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
A young man sits on a bench under a roof in the middle of the lake. With a completely clear mind he begins to speak to the night sky.
"Under the bright moonlight glow, all I can think about is one thing. The only thing that can truly overwhelm me, and distract me from my love of an immaculate moonrise. Sitting here alone makes me think of my very situation."
He gazes upward at the glowing orb.
"I look at the moon for inspiration and all I get out of it are 'I wonder if I'm the only person in the world that feels this way.' and 'Who else can be inspired by a spectacular sight that has lost more and more of its envy as time passes by.'"
"Envy." he whispers to himself. "That's a word that truly represents how I feel about the moon. Its only purpose is to bring light to night and outshine every other entity in the dark sky."
He stands, walks over to the railing of the platform, and looks down at the
Balloons of Ego"Well, you're awesome!"Balloons of Ego14 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
I've always felt as though I'm not perfect.
"You're a sweet heart"
As though I can't do anything right.
"You can always do better"
Like I'm not good enough
"No one likes you"
Human ego is a balloon, easy to inflate, even easier to deflate. I look up at the sky and I see all the balloons, perfectly flying, held on high strings and not weak. However mine is weak, and barely lifts off the ground. I have to drag it behind me while walking through this carnival of life. And over the day people will slowly inflate mine so It can float without needing a push. However later at home, i'm suddenly useless and dumb and the balloon is flat against the ground.
And sometimes while dragging around my pathetic piece of plastic i'll see people with a overfilled balloon, fit to burst. One person says one sentence. Then it pops. Pops like nothing, and even hurts the person holding the string a bit.
Then there are the people in the carnival who sometimes let go of their
The cruelties of our worldYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!The cruelties of our world17 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Question to discuss:
Why do people have to pretend to love you
You: Because we're lonely too
You: we're lonely and we're hurt
Stranger: because they want you to pretend that you love them too
You: and we cant' open up
You: we actually do care alot more than you ever realise, it's just ...we can't show it
You: so we appear heartless
Stranger: and we hope that if we pretend then someday it will be real
You: maybe if we keep searching, eventually we will find somebody who will just feel right
You: and we hurt so much inside, that we can't afford to be alone for any longer
Stranger: because we hate the thought we have when we're alone
Stranger: we cant handle the chaos in ourselves
You: can't eat. can't sleep. Can barely function
Stranger: so we hope that we can mask it by caring about others
You: and we keep having to pretend we're fine
You: caring for others helps fill the yawning chasm inside of us
You: maybe if we work ha
BooksBecause it's not about the happy ending. It's not about solving the mystery or catching the bad guy. It's about losing yourself in the pages of another world. It's about the words that make you laugh into the quiet room. It's about forgetting where you are because for a moment you are lost in ink and paper. It's about coming away from a book with ideas and emotions and energies that you didn't know you could have, and then doing it all again.Books18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Books are stories and knowledge and connections. Books give us the magic we can't have. They bring us to people that are gone. They stretch our minds in ways we can not fathom before it is done, and the good books... the books that break off a little piece of themselves and nestle down into us... they become part of who we are. They influence us to shape our lives and the lives of those we encounter, and they will always, always be there, even when we've forgotten them.
10 Questions1. Why do you draw, paint, take photographs, model, create your art, etc?10 Questions18 hours ago in Emotional More Like This
Why? I couldn’t not basically. I love all art, but the still frame has my heart, the challenge of capturing a moment in a single frame has been one that I have been mastering for some 20 years now. It occupies my mind 24/7, it is the hardest thing I have ever taken on but the most rewarding also. Why, because I am addicted to amazing images and making people look superhuman.
2. Where do you call home now? How many places have you lived? Which has been your favorite?
I live in Ballarat Australia, it is a small town, about an hour from out start capital, Melbourne. I was born here, but spent most of my life moving around different towns, I have lived in around 6 towns and in 20 different houses but have always considered here, home.
3. Have you ever used certain drugs in an attempt to "enhance" your artistic vision?
I like the idea of that, I have tried Absinth once, all t
The Start Of Something BadMy dad had left a year ago. I was 5. I was going to pre-k and was having a blast. It was weird because I can't remember much except that my dad left. I was sad for awhile, but being the happy-go-lucky kid I was, I quickly got over it. We moved around 2 hours from my old house because my mom wanted to go somewhere smaller, which was fine with me. We moved back not long after. I got roller skates for my birthday. I was so happy I would just roller skate down the hallway. My mom had gotten a new boyfriend. I liked him because he would always look at me with eyes full of love.The Start Of Something Bad19 hours ago in Emotional More Like This