It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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@artys-heartbreak
It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
The holiest thing I ever did was survive — and even then, I was accused of blasphemy.
I met God once — she was fourteen years old, barefoot, and dragging the sun behind her like a diary she never meant for anyone to read. And then she looked at me through the mirror, and I realized I wasn’t meeting her… I was remembering.
standing in front of mirror whispering “you’re fine” until it sounds like a spell
I don’t hate God. I just don’t trust anything that needs me to suffer first.
If love is real, why must I bleed to prove it?
Sometimes I think God is a child who breaks His toys on purpose
just to see what the insides look like.
Sometimes I think I was one of those toys.
-ARTY
If you find my name, keep it. I was never good at holding things.
Girlhood is the first exile.
You are taught to leave yourself
long before anyone calls it survival.
And womanhood?
It’s the long way back home
to a body you were told to be afraid of
Suffering is not holy. It is not redemptive. It is a knife, and it cuts, and it cuts, and it cuts.
I hope I learn to get over myself
I speak a language that sounds like English but isn't quite right - every word comes out slightly warped, a half-step out of tune. I exist in this almost-fitting space, hoping somewhere, someone is learning to speak my language too
i’m carrying different versions of me - they’re all very tired.
I hope ur okay! Your blaze had me a lil worried. Reach out to a friend if you need anything, you aren't a burden! -a stranger
Oh my God hi thank you, I’m actually doing OK, please don’t worry about me. I’m an aspiring author. All this pent-up anger is not doing anything so I decided to put it into words so people can see and maybe one day will relate and understand. My dream is to put peoples hearts and souls into my writing. ❤️
“I can’t make you understand. I can’t make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I can’t even explain it to myself.”
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis
Oh, I hope you understand