[dionysian-mystery]

Avery Williams, tails between clenched teeth (in le petit 3, january 2025) via @feytouched | Quote by briscoepark on Instagram | Song of the Open by Walt Whitman | You're on Your Own, Kid by Taylor Swift | Pencil drawing by Anthony Cudahy | Mamma Told Me by Mother Mother | Mother by Maia Baia | From the poem Salt by Trista Mateer (book: The Dogs I Have Kissed) | Unknown | Nevermind by Michael Howard | Muslim Girlhood by Leila Chatti | Quote source | Poetry by @ojibwa | Antigone by Sophocles | Art by @nevahosking | Sylvia Plath | Poetry by @traumatizeddfox | Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky | Art by Tim Dayhuff | Quote by Helaena Moon @hapless-hollow | Quote by Sainteda on Wattpad (?) | Spear by Elizabeth Acevedo | White Oleander by Janet Fitch | Illustration by Carlos Alonso from Under Someone Else's Rain by Juan Gelman | Quote by S.P. | Mya G. Wolf

[inkpressedpetals]

[inkpressedpetals]

[dionysian-mystery]

Are you becoming what you've always hated?

Isle of Dogs / Game of Thrones / Painting by Jenn Mazza / Unknown / Ancestral Memory by Hari Alluri / Unknown / Venetta Octavia / Emma Tranter / Unknown / Ninth House by Leigh Bardugo / @ machineryangel

[bbingustheoctopus]

In the quest for someone who would see me as "their person," I realized I was blind to all the love poured out for me by the people around me. They poured until they couldn’t anymore—until their hearts shriveled like fruit in brine—and still, I asked for more. I forgot to see love in the little things. Even when I searched for love in every crook of the world, I forgot to look back and recognize all the kindness already extended. And I try to satisfy the craving, but my soul never seems to get enough. Often, all I see is what they couldn’t give. It’s like gasping for air when you already have enough because the fear of suffocation is more overwhelming and familiar. I leave their souls dry, having drained their spirits, exhausting their care—why? Even their entire existence. When will I see the deep-rooted affection shown to me, even by those who were never loved enough to give love? How can I believe someone likes me when I can’t seem to like myself?

[petrichara]

And what do you do with your anger, knowing nothing changes. There is nothing you could have done. There is no chance to redo. There is no speed to outrun death. Sit with chance, sit with luck, sit with powerlessness. Sit with anger, know the hurt and fear. Know logic is useful and logic is not everything.

Know you did all you could do. Know it does not feel enough, know it has to be. Feel your beating heart, and even when you are not, be thankful for it.

[tgirl-tamag0tchi]

It sucks to both be the autistic mask. And also a facet in my own right.

It fucking sucks.

I just feel. Hollow. And angry. And yet I have to hold everything together. I have to hold us together. Or we’d never get shit done, or function, or take care of ourself.

I just wanna rip something apart.

AGH!!! FUCK!

[makeup-of-the-soul]

Anger flaring? Try this

In this piece I share five gentle, 1–2 minute tools that cool the heat and bring your words back to you. Read the full article on Medium – and tell me which one you’ll try tonight. 🌿✨

PS. More about me

[theacademiccottage]

You believe me like a god

I'll betray you like a man

— Mitski

[etteraths]

[housedragonmadness]

Prince Aemond Targaryen & Ser Criston Cole

-(as mirrors of one another)

Angry men are like poison -Confucius

“I don't think I'm a very good father,” he says. “Maybe the poison drips through.”

-Kendall Roy, Succession

[the-healing-mindset]

If you feel that anger there, don't be afraid of it. Feel it. Let it lead you to its source. That's a part of the healing process too.

[borderlinereminders]

Understanding your anger isn’t always enough to move through it. You can name it. Feel it. Validate it. And it can still sit there, heavy and unmoving.

Because anger lives in the body. Sometimes it needs to be moved, not just understood. Break ice. Scream into a pillow. Punch a bag. Go for a furious walk. Let it out in a way that doesn’t hurt you or anyone else.

You’re not failing just because the feeling didn’t disappear when you were skillful. You’re learning to do something different. And that matters.

[lazyyogi]

You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.

Robert Anton Wilson

[cryptonature]

My anger is a biting ember in my fist.

Most of the places I could set it down will burn something to the ground,

so I keep holding it,

trying to find a hearth that needs kindled

to heat a home or a cooking pot

or do anything beyond recklessly burning the world to ash.

[thepeacefulgarden]

[creekfiend]

even if your nervous system is shot to hell and you're a reactive dog on a chain all the time you can spend several years retraining your nervous system (with the help of friends to practice Disagreeing With) and one day you can reach a point where getting Disagreed With doesn't cause your whole entire bodybrain situation to implode messily. it's super great. I recommend it