The Hive

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[wetheurban]

Say it with me:

I am not afraid to be seen. I do not have to hide myself. I am worthy of occupying space. I do not have to dim my light. I am authentically me, and that is my strength.

[wetheurban]

Wherever you are in life, I hope you’re experiencing joy, taking it easy on yourself, and finding peace through the turbulence. You deserve it.

[tree-whispering]

a lil mushroom pretending to be a flower

[remanence-of-love]

[fantazzzmita]

[ahalal-uralma]

Artist: Olivier Ledroit

[bees-make-good-friends]

On The Cafe Patio

Drinking a coffee that’s gone cold from the autumn weather. Sitting outside smiling at crows hoping from table to table looking so curious about life; picking up crumbs people leave as a thank you for their acknowledgement. At this moment I feel like one of those crows. 

I’m perched at my table constantly wondering at the humans who surround me. Do they think I am one of them? Do they know how in love I am with their existence. The couple beside me laughing together as they share a jacket because she forgot hers. The young man across from me leaned back in his chair like he owns this part of the patio. So engrossed in his book he doesn’t feel my eyes glancing up every two seconds to bask in his confidence. The woman sat one table over who hasn’t looked up from her writing in 47 minutes, her brows creased in concentration, never looking up from her work even as people look at her in envy for her imagination. 

And as I sit here, a crow in a human disguise I wonder if they look at me too? Are you looking at me with the same wonder as I’ve sat here writing about you all for the past moments. Do you think I too am just a human like all the rest? Or do you see me as the crow I am? Perched in my chair, wondering about your life, loving your existence.

[lionfloss]

via Роман Фабричный

[titsay]

can we just nap all day

[classycookiexo]

[remanence-of-love]

[sunsbleeding]

[selfhealingmoments]

at the end of the day it’s just you and your silly little life. so go on, enjoy it, be the person you want to be.

[bees-make-good-friends]

Losing my words

I don’t know when it happened but I forgot how to use words. I can’t articulate my thoughts like I used to. It hurts knowing that over time I just let myself stop writing, and saw less and less need to read. I allowed this to happen to myself, because I got too caught up in life to notice. I want to write again, but writers block is such a hard thing to overcome especially when you’re as rusty as I am. Though I keep reminding myself to take small steps and focus on just enjoying the act of writing again. Being able to just put my thoughts out there is a step. 

[yesterdaysprint]

The Press Herald, Pine Grove, Pennsylvania, December 7, 1934

[knbpoetry]

“I can’t function today. You’ve been gone for years So I’m supposed to be okay, But I’m not. I still dream of your face Like I’ve never shed tears. Supposedly you’re in a better place, But I’m not.”

— -K.N.B.

[autumnsfallenleaf-deactivated20]

I never saw myself growing old.

What does happen is horrendous;

you're stuck in a world that you do not recognize,

nobody around you makes sense.

Mentally, you're remain young;

physically you have fallen apart quicker than the generation prior;

and most of your friends have fallen victim to death's sythe.

Why, then?

Why would I want to continue growing older?

What is the point or purpose?

Would it not be to shuffle off this mortal coil and see what's in store thereafter; is that not something so much more intriguing than what lies in the present?

—Me.

[allnightsong2]

negligence

Did you reach too far

into that darkness?

•

On flawless evenings

beneath a million diamonds above

as the fire slid away from the velvet

did you feel immortal?

Was there that vibrant thrill

of cutting free all those cords

woven by convention and culture?

Oh and your knowledge

so intimate and yet distant

felt as natural as the bones within

come to you as instinctive as flight to a bird

or so you said you believed

as the candles guttered out

while the night breeze swept in

with revenant whispers freshly escaped

from mouldering forgotten sepulchres

redolent of decay yet ambrosial to you

for you would strip life from death

until neither ruled over the other

and all would perceive equivalence

•

You never took well to warnings

•

Golden child

pampered and fawned over

catered to and coddled close

to bosoms more prison than sanctuary

from which you never escaped

for in the world itself outside

none sang sweet songs of praise

to your brilliance your elegance

none named you Adonis reborn

until you claimed it all artifice

and a vile cabal's conspiracy

to deprive you of joy

•

There's no time left for apologizing

•

The last night

your last night

has taken the final crimson

and turned it to indigo

while those you invoked

on night after night

are coming to call at last

I begged of you but you laughed

calling me a presumptuous peasant

all along thinking yourself a scion

superior and beyond consequence

but I have been in this room before

and will be again almost certainly

•

You are not my first

•

But I will be your last