Filmy Things

Instagram ~ @filmythings._ words woven into emotions, poetry that touches the soul.

[filmythingss]

"you cant heal if you pretend you're not hurt"

-filmythings

[filmythingss]

I don't even know how to explain this. Something inside me just feels different now. I feel everything so much more than I used to, but I can't let any of it out. It's just eating me from the inside, making me hollow. Like I'm rotting. I can feel that pain, like every inch of me is being digested by this thing. Is it my own monster? Or is it just this feeling that never goes away, that just keeps growing and growing? What does it even feed on? The fact that I can still feel? Or that I hold everything inside and just let it consume me?

I don't know. Maybe it's just a dream and I'm stuck in it. I'll wake up soon, right? Yeah. I'll wake up so soon. Do I have to hurt myself to break out of it? To feel something real that'll shock my brain into waking me up? Or should I just let this thing finish me off, eat everything until there's nothing left, so I don't have to feel this anymore?

Idk

[filmythingss]

Whatever this is, it's real.

People leave their marks on us. They change us. Shape us into versions of themselves. Why? Why can't they just let us be, let us rot in peace? Why do they need to remake us in their image?

I'm scared that one day I won't recognize myself anymore. That I'll reach inside and won't feel my own bones—just their blood pumping through me, eating my flesh the way a worm eats through meat.

I regret letting them have that much power over me.

But God, I'm also so tired of living my own life.

[filmythingss]

Hello.

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[filmythingss]

I don't even know how to explain this. Something inside me just feels different now. I feel everything so much more than I used to, but I can't let any of it out. It's just eating me from the inside, making me hollow. Like I'm rotting. I can feel that pain, like every inch of me is being digested by this thing. Is it my own monster? Or is it just this feeling that never goes away, that just keeps growing and growing? What does it even feed on? The fact that I can still feel? Or that I hold everything inside and just let it consume me?

I don't know. Maybe it's just a dream and I'm stuck in it. I'll wake up soon, right? Yeah. I'll wake up so soon. Do I have to hurt myself to break out of it? To feel something real that'll shock my brain into waking me up? Or should I just let this thing finish me off, eat everything until there's nothing left, so I don't have to feel this anymore?

Idk!

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, “My Mother Asks How I'm Doing with Just Whisky and Cats”, Instructions for Traveling West

[filmythingss]

The heart is heavy, but the tragedy is, eyes aren't!!

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{David Levithan from you are always going to leave/By Arthur Miller from "The Crucible: A Play in Four Acts}

[pmamtraveller]

Ana Teresa Barboza

[mournfulroses]

Christa Wolf, from her novel titled "Cassandra," originally published in 1983

[madastral]

the point to sharing your internal world with (safe & trusted) other people is because this is how we are truly known, seen, and experience connection.

not everyone deserves access to your internal world.

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

staying nonchalant whilst missing you until my head hurts is a skill i have mastered too well. i am deprived of you, your voice, the way your breath sounds.

but oh, will i ever confess that to you? HELL NO

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Mark Doty, "White Kimono" in Sweet Machine

[filmythingss]

It does, doesn't it!?

[softwaring]

by tucker

[filmythingss]

Sometimes, i feel where to put all this what's inside of me, where to pour it out to empty me because it chokes me. It chokes me how i can fill with my feelings and that feelings are capable enough to drown me!!!

[heavensghost]

Forgive me, I am soft and warm, but cruel and a coward, I know nothing but goodbye, goodbye

[resqectable]

“The way they leave tells you everything.”

— Rupi Kaur