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the colonizer's ultimate fear is that the oppressed will do to them what they have done first. to hear a call for a free palestine and believe that it is a call to eradicate all israelis (taken in the best of faith as a real fear, and not what it most often is: a tactical sleight of hand to distract from the violence being inflicted) betrays this ugly anxiety of retribution
The Untamed + text post memes | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
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Since i am just starting getting into editing so my videos are kinda simple but hopefully i get to the complicated stuff soon LMAAO , wanna make some bombass edits too.
BTS EDIT / IN THE END
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eaB4-POJIQY
| In the end it doesn’t even matter. |
Song: In the end - Linkin Park (Mellen Gi and Tomme Profitt remix)
P- Couldn’t upload the video on here because it’s too big so here lol.
Yoonkook edition
Song: Still New York - Max
- Just been around trying out new things.
All day no one has said a word to me. Not personally. Maybe you think I’m being conceited or selfish. Maybe you think I should say something, oh but I have. But there’s been no reply.
So my insecurity reigns. My depression and anxiety have claimed my day.
I bawl uncontrollably in the car on the way home because even the medicine doesn’t work. And I’m not worried about anyone seeing me because I know, they are all thinking about their day, their problems.
That’s ok. I don’t want them to be concerned with me. But maybe if the right person said something to me today. Maybe that would be enough to take the loneliness away.
But these bodies moving around me, they’re robots. Programmed to live day to day, with not a thing to say— to me.
I’d be selfish to expect one to break their code. To go outside of they’re programming.
And then they’re are the ones that have added me to the recycle bin. Except no one told me they put me there. I wonder if they question their decision, open the bin, hover over my file and consider a restore. Because sometimes I’m confused.
But today, I think I was permanently deleted.
All day no one has said a word to me. Not personally. Maybe you think I’m being conceited or selfish. Maybe you think I should say something, oh but I have. But there’s been no reply.
So my insecurity reigns. My depression and anxiety have claimed my day.
I bawl uncontrollably in the car on the way home because even the medicine doesn’t work. And I’m not worried about anyone seeing me because I know, they are all thinking about their day, their problems.
That’s ok. I don’t want them to be concerned with me. But maybe if the right person said something to me today. Maybe that would be enough to take the loneliness away.
But these bodies moving around me, they’re robots. Programmed to live day to day, with not a thing to say— to me.
I’d be selfish to expect one to break their code. To go outside of they’re programming.
And then they’re are the ones that have added me to the recycle bin. Except no one told me they put me there. I wonder if they question their decision, open the bin, hover over my file and consider a restore. Because sometimes I’m confused.
But today, I think I was permanently deleted.
I gave you my hundred percent
You gave me your everything.
I found solace in your embrace,
warmth from your kisses,
and comfort from your words.
Yet my heart feels like it’s caving in,
my mind has been shrouded in darkness.
The same arms are now like prison bars,
keeping me hostage.
The same kisses now feel like poison,
and the same words feel unbearably harsh
as I try to find the taunts
between the letters.
The house we built on the foundation of love and trust
is now perishing in a rapid fire.
The possessions are destroyed
one by one.
You gave me your heart,
I gave you all of my love.
The same love I never reserved for myself.
And every part of me I gave to you wholly,
I took more away from myself.
So maybe after everything we’ve been through,
maybe this weak foundation
was cemented in the notion of fake love.
- Something I wrote with Fake Love as an inspiration. Based on Namjoon’s explanation in every interview of the idea behind the song (saying that if you don’t love yourself your relationship won’t work out) - something along those lines. -
So this was the initial version of the poem and then I revised it for my creative writing class. If anyone wants to give me feedback that’ll be great! Let’s get it!
Tried growing a flower in December, but in September I saw it
wither away. In June I saw it shrivel, and desperately waited for April.
This flower that I inhaled, burned my insides out, are now
ashes on the cement floor. I gave you my hundred percent.
You gave me your everything. Found solace in your embrace,
warmth from your kisses, comfort from your words.
Yet my chest feels like it’s caving in, my eyes has been
shrouded in darkness. Arms are now like prison bars, keeping
me hostage. Kisses now feel like poison, and the same
words feel unbearably harsh, trying to find the taunts,
amidst the letters. Letters that hand our end to us.
Tear it apart, step on it.
This shelter we built on the foundation of trust
(lies hidden in the walls)
now perished in a rapid fire. Destroyed possessions, not even
ashes remain. You gave me your heart, I gave you
all of my love. The same love I never reserved for myself.
And every part of me I gave to you wholly, took more
away from myself. Pretty goodbyes are an illusion.
We held the same flower and then burned it without empathy.
So maybe after everything we’ve been through,
this weak foundation,
this
beginning was cemented in the notion of fake love.
Burning Embers
Skin on skin contact,
wandering hands accompanied with conjoined lips.
Saliva is exchanged,
dripping down in streaks over our chins.
A dog salivating with hunger.
Sloppy and slimy.
I feel the chapped surface with its curved edges of his bottom lip,
his tongue maps out the inside of my mouth.
Lingering taste of cheap beer
between our intermingled breaths.
And I let him.
15 and behind closed doors,
in darkness,
the musky scent of his overused cologne
Permeating my nostrils.
The bass from the outside shakes
the whole room, settles alongside my rapid heartbeat.
Previous desires of
sensual intoxication fades away.
His lips feel like lead now;
with a raw fish shoved inside of my mouth
Flapping, and of a
violent disposition.
5 seconds and it was over.
Left with a crusty face, residues from
his slobbering.
An aftertaste of utter regret chokes me up,
more than he did.
He felt accomplished.
And I felt wasted.
Made a pact of forgo and forget,
burn the memory,
throw it all out with the garbage.
I haven't posted in months because my mind is on a complete shutdown I guess lol.
“Alive” 7/18/18 (Late 9/16/18)
Instead of being encompassed by grief, I will locate closure within the knowledge; That events occur for a reason, even when, Unknown because the lessons learned are; Intended to provide growth through agony, That discombobulates, but because of the; Sensations that envelop each of conscious; Moment inside of the duration as a reminder, That a person is alive, regardless of the desire; To cease capabilities to experience sensation, Due to increasing dissonance, for each breath; That sustains the circulation of oxygen in my, Veins, so through respiration I can remember; This impaling feeling through my organs with, The realization that the occurrences, I cannot; Alter that granted understanding gained by the, Reasons, that cause me to contain the disdain; From the second I awaken in the morning due, To the fact although I can improve my entity, the; Building anguish that encumbers my body under, The hope for sensory deprivation so I can avoid; These sentiments momentarily, but the trauma is, How that I know that the potential to improve the; Person who I am is still a possibility, so I must be, Accepting of the suffering as a reference to know; That there is still time to accumulate knowledge.
~Roman Empyre
I miss having people to talk to late at night. Miss that excitement, looking forward to the calls and messages. The deep conversations to light-hearted banter.
I’ve been feeling a bit distant from everything.
Sad to be growing apart, but happy to see that everyone’s doing their own thing now.
Hello Depression, My Old Friend
Hello Depression, my old friend Hello my arch nemesis Hello feeling nothing but pain, sorrow, and brokenness . Hello shame, the shame of never being able to get my life together. Hello unpredictability, who knows which one of me will show up today. Hello struggling with the pain of never being the same. Hello wonder, wonder of how long will this last this time. Hello my old friend that seems to never leave me. Hello sadness that usually hits me at the midnight hour. Hello evil that lingers in the back of my mind. Hello sea of darkness that swallows me up. Hello loneliness that knows me better than anyone. Hello blame, because I seem to keep blaming myself for everything that can and does go wrong. Hello Depression, my old friend, that will always be with me.
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Your aroma alone makes me feel the world is a better place, your steam gently pulling me as if a curl on a lip, a warm invitation. My hands around your vessel eases me into what comes next, your smile more open now, your lips entrancing. I taste you and you fill me with the comfort I have come to know for years with an excitement that has never waned, my lips always parting for yours to drink in your loving, smiling kiss. To wake up to your smile is blissful invitation, to taste you is my morning nirvana.
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1118. My Morning Lover (I’m talking about coffee -who were you thinking about?)
Little bouts of happiness 💫
~ It’s currently 12.06 am and I have work tomorrow But I haven’t been able to draw in ages and even though my self-loathing mind tells me I will never be good enough - I still try. ~
HONESTLY: REBLOG THIS IF YOU HAVE EVER SELF HARMED IN ANY WAY, SKIPPED A MEAL ON PURPOSE, BEEN DEPRESSED, FELT ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM, HATED YOUR BODY, HATED YOURSELF, FELT LIKE YOUR NOT GOOD ENOUGH OR BEEN TOLD YOU WERENT, CRIED YOURSELF TO SLEEP, FELT SUICIDAL OR BEEN SUICIDAL
Every.single.thing
If you ever need someone to talk to I’m right here!!!
All of them 😭
Every single thing. Every day.
