The Confessions of the Insane. @imtherightalice - Tumblr Blog

Sometimes i wonder if i will ever belong.

Or find a place where i truly fit.

I try and try again, and i find myself stranded. Again.

Sometimes i wonder if the problem is me.

my psych says i should probably start writing again... Shes probably right. Ive gone for too many years without and now...

There are all these words tangled in a mess and i cant see through this chokehold.

All i know, is that there's a fucking rising tide in my chest and i am caught in a riptide. Carrying this pain feels like I'm being dragged on blades.

I dont even know what im talking about anymore.

The only time i forget is when im in front of a client or my students and they're sharing their world with me. Then it all goes away for a little while

And once im on my own again, it all comes rushing back.

Except my words arent even poetry anymore.

I read all those things i wrote about about V spanning some 8-10years ago, and god. I wrote well.

But thats gone too now.

Sometimes i wonder if i will ever find my place.

I'm grateful for nick though. He feels like home. He is where i belong.

I should probably try to get some sleep

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aww so cute

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@pictures-of-dogs

tumblr u are fucking useless

why cant i copy/paste MY OWN SHIT?!?!?!?!?!?!

I’ve travelled decades,

Wandering…

Searching

For air that smells lighter

emptiness less overwhelming…

but its the same labyrinth it’s always been

Here I am, still in the abyss

glow worms casting hopes

False hopes

That there is something different

Better

Ahead.

I’ve picked up treasures along the way

Things to call my own,

fingers to tug at my hair,

hands to entwine with mine,

Voices to whisper to me

when I no longer wish to persist…

you’d think the days would lighten

the snares less threatening

the dark less powerful

but I live in its pit

Both my curse and my talent;

A noose I hate to love

pictures-of-dogs

Dogs as zodiac signs

Aerosol:

Taurine:

Jumanji:

Canned Sir:

Lion:

Virgin:

Librarian:

Score P.O.:

Secretariat:

Candy corn:

I don't know anything about astrology

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Tom Hiddleston - Empire Magazine.

[ April, 2021 issue. ]

Pictures taken by Steve Schofield.

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I’m broken and torn through the middle by scars, My bruises are memories that map out my past With flames on my heels, and weights on my shoulders Not looking back, we’re just moving forward The nights getting longer, the days cold and dark You’re just a story, to light up the spark A lonely assassin, you aim at my soul You’re missing the target, still consume me whole

With wind in my back and my heart on my tongue Silence means nothing, so I sing along With wind in my back and my heart on my tongue Silence means nothing, so I sing along

We’re falling down Steal the stars from the sky Heavens break, heavens break

The story should end here, we keep moving on An ocean between us, the world once so strong No place to go, no vision to follow We drank up all hope, what’s left frail and hollow

With wind in our backs and our heart on our tongues Silence means nothing, so we sing along

We’re falling down Steal the stars from the sky Heavens break, heavens break

If the bottom of a bottle is your only release Go ahead and fucking drink until you have your relief

We’re falling down Steal the stars from the sky Heavens break, heavens break