So long I've been trying
So long I've been strugglingTrying against reason, to be stronger than this
Trying against reason, to hide from the void
while still protecting my wounds
while still remaining aliveBut nowI see the error of my waysSo I face the voidAnd I let it bleed me dry
Light, intermittent, chronic depression by melladh, literature
Literature
Light, intermittent, chronic depression
I'm here to tell you a story. A metaphor, to understand what this really means.This isn't depression like "I get bummed when it's rainy and I don't want to go to the party because I'm tired". This isn't depression like "I'm dying every day and there is no future."This is a chronic condition that you learn to live with. And it doesn't define who we are, or what we are capable of.A friend recently told me, when I was talking of my illness, that "you always seem to have your shit together". And truth is, I really do. Because depression doesn't define you once you get to know it - if you can step outside of yourself and separate your illness f...
For all of our differences
we are so much alike
Like two different people,
cut from the same template
and given different lives to liveI look into the mirror
that is your eyes
and I remember being you
so long agoThere are so many questions
I want to ask you,
but could never put into words.Questions you
- being me -
I know
could never answer.
Memories of old,
of writing haikus all night,
haunt this lonely mind"Suggest a new theme -
We'll both write one and then share,
so we won't get bored"1AM, 2, 3
eventually take our leave,
but return again:Next night, much the same
Oh how different things were then
alone in the night.
The city's other inhabitants by melladh, literature
Literature
The city's other inhabitants
It takes time for the Hadra to thaw in the morning. They line the edges of the rooftops, always facing the rising sun, after having settled there sometime during the night. Most have sunk down in a huddled form. For ease of balance and a slight chance they won't freeze through, allowing for a faster rise in the morning. As the sunlight plays over their gray feathers, one or two shudder, shaking their heads to get rid of flakes of ice once they've thawed enough to move. One picks at its own chest, cracking some still frozen feathers but freeing itself up for greater movement. It turns its head and locks a single, orange, staring eye at yo...
So long I've been trying
So long I've been strugglingTrying against reason, to be stronger than this
Trying against reason, to hide from the void
while still protecting my wounds
while still remaining aliveBut nowI see the error of my waysSo I face the voidAnd I let it bleed me dry
Light, intermittent, chronic depression by melladh, literature
Literature
Light, intermittent, chronic depression
I'm here to tell you a story. A metaphor, to understand what this really means.This isn't depression like "I get bummed when it's rainy and I don't want to go to the party because I'm tired". This isn't depression like "I'm dying every day and there is no future."This is a chronic condition that you learn to live with. And it doesn't define who we are, or what we are capable of.A friend recently told me, when I was talking of my illness, that "you always seem to have your shit together". And truth is, I really do. Because depression doesn't define you once you get to know it - if you can step outside of yourself and separate your illness f...
For all of our differences
we are so much alike
Like two different people,
cut from the same template
and given different lives to liveI look into the mirror
that is your eyes
and I remember being you
so long agoThere are so many questions
I want to ask you,
but could never put into words.Questions you
- being me -
I know
could never answer.
Memories of old,
of writing haikus all night,
haunt this lonely mind"Suggest a new theme -
We'll both write one and then share,
so we won't get bored"1AM, 2, 3
eventually take our leave,
but return again:Next night, much the same
Oh how different things were then
alone in the night.
The city's other inhabitants by melladh, literature
Literature
The city's other inhabitants
It takes time for the Hadra to thaw in the morning. They line the edges of the rooftops, always facing the rising sun, after having settled there sometime during the night. Most have sunk down in a huddled form. For ease of balance and a slight chance they won't freeze through, allowing for a faster rise in the morning. As the sunlight plays over their gray feathers, one or two shudder, shaking their heads to get rid of flakes of ice once they've thawed enough to move. One picks at its own chest, cracking some still frozen feathers but freeing itself up for greater movement. It turns its head and locks a single, orange, staring eye at yo...
Terrifying Yet Beautiful - Cosplay Feature by madizzlee, journal
Terrifying Yet Beautiful - Cosplay Feature
Just in time for Halloween, here are some of the most frightening yet bewitching cosplays from deviantART. Featuring art by @meagan-marie, @chocolatedecadence, @blasteh, @naty2j, @monsterbrand, @traumacentregrrl, @nao-dignity, @enjinight, @ammywongraven, @straywind, @kifir, @annaprovidence @khdd @bangbangneko @blasteh @lolainprogress, @maho-urei, and @equinelovex.
The goldfish warsIt has not been registered quite how it started.
Most people go by loose rumours, but no one keeps any story as true. There is no knowledge about where they came from, or where they were going. They say you just remember the song and the gold streaks...The higher parts of society have their own stories. Stories of leaders and politics gone wrong.
The middleclass have another story. A story of corruption and disgrace.
The lower parts of society tell of conspiracies. And the loners, the prostitutes and the homeless tell of a peculiar night similar to drugrides, but from drugs they can't remember taking...Then there are t...
Current Residence: On the dark side of the sun Operating System: OSX Favourite cartoon character: Sandman, Ronja Personal Quote: What haunts you in the silent dark?
That thing where you don't live alone, and you're in a tiny apartment, and you're finally writing again, and you're so deep in another world, and then..
"G'DAY ZIGGY D HERE AND TODAY..."
youtube on speakers.
I am still here, at times, and I still See you. But be warned, it was the dreamer who knew how to talk to you, and foremost: was able to understand. I am the failsafe mode - I am literal, the machine that only comprehends syntax input with very slight deviations. We are the same, and yet we are not. The vessel is sick, though only slightly (I choose to believe, though it's been a long time now), which further lowers my ability to comprehend -anything-. But you are in my heart. I read your e-mail and did not know how to reply. Sometimes it's hard to remember words that are not of battle, of one kind or another. But all my - call it prayers - are with you, always, in good as in bad. There are things I want to ask you, but I can't find the words. They sound something like: Which is your cd? (and any other projects I can see) Are you getting through everything okay? Are you well? Are you happy?