Self Inflicted.

Collection of poetry and midnight thoughts that nobody is actually meant to stumble upon.-a.m.b

[archbudzar]

[casliyn]

𝗜𝗻 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝗰𝗲 (1999-2019)

[cravingforbeauty]

What my blog (and most other ed blogs) is NOT for:

promoting/glorifying eating disorders

What my blog is for:

having a safe place

using it as some kind of a diary

knowing that I‘m not alone

dealing with my emotions & struggles

[anybodyless-blog]

Actual diaries exist for a reason. If you post pictures of your “skinny hands” or any form of thinspo (through images and/or text), your blog glorifies an ED. If you use any sort of hashtag that falls under the umbrella term of pro ana/mia etc., your blog glorifies an ED. If you put #notpromotingjusttagging the proceed to add #pro ana, your blog glorifies an ED. I’m sorry, but if you dare to mention anything about “HoW SkINNy X KpOp GiRl iS” or, generally, stuff that could and would trigger people dealing with an ED, you are ignoring Tumblr’s community guidelines and I will report the shit out of you. You are part of the problem.

[supersonicart]

Erica Williams x INPRNT.

The incredible work of artist Erica Williams is available as fine art prints in her INPRNT Shop.

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Be sure to follow INPRNT on Tumblr, too!

[aura-eden]

Details of flowers and hands in art

[pavlovaprin]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BlcvCnlg_2u/

[eefrostpoetry]

“i’ve finally learned to befriend myself, now i’m not as lonely”

— e.e.

[filmsby]

Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) dir. Peter Weir

[anybodyless-blog]

Selfish.

“Let me live.”

He said before killing himself.

And I could see the madness,

and the pain,

the loneliness long-growing in his soul.

The pain of yesterday,

the fear of today.

The lack of tomorrow.

Don’t.

//1:06 pm

-a.m.b

[sadviolences]

[anybodyless-blog]

Note to past-self #1

Note to past-self: You are not a God. You don’t know everything yet; read, learn, write. Be happy and succed. And loose. Build that sand castle when you go to the beach, finish that painting, start that blog.

Actually don’t. Don’t start the blog. You will regret that one.

// 1:56 PM

-a.m.b

[anybodyless-blog]

destiny // ⚫️

I have always believed in circles.

Not in circles, but in circularity, in the idea of life being round. I do believe in destiny, in a way; not in the cliché, ‘everything happens for a reason’ way, but more of a ‘there is a certain aspect of life which is inevitable.’.

If everything else is variable, death is certain.

I also tend to disagree with the idea that you shape your destiny. Others do. The people surrounding you shape it; not even shape it, fully create it, because the only situation in which you have full control of your own life, of your own destiny, of yourself, is in complete isolation. Then, you can know for sure that your “destiny” will remain unbothered; otherwise, every time you meet someone, they touch your soul.

They touch your soul and you and your entire being; they touch your destiny. And shape it. And reshape it.

Create it. Fully.

//1:11 AM

-a.m.b

[anybodyless-blog]

I’m tired;

not of a place,

nor a person.

I am tired of myself

and the way you make me feel.

//8:21 AM

-a.m.b

[anybodyless-blog]

Self-missing.

You never miss a person.

You do miss their presence,

but never them,

for that person

was a body;

which simply held a soul.

You maybe miss a smile

or the gentle touch of fingertips.

You miss calling someone

when things get out of hand.

You miss the presence of a body next to yours.

But you don’t miss the person,

you don’t miss the body,

you don’t miss the shell

or the hair

or the eyes.

You miss yourself.

//3:05 AM

-a.m.b

[anybodyless-blog]

This is the first post on this blog.

//4:51 PM

-a.m.b