The closet won't contain them;

Lmao I'm 27 why am I still here?????

[flintyfae]

I CANT KEEP LOOKING

at my phone..... at the mirror.... at the news..... at my hands

[inelaborate]

I loved you so completely. All I had wanted was to feel that love returned.

Time and time and time again.

I don't know how to go back anymore. The damage is done.

I grow old. I grow tired.

[inelaborate]

When I worked as a server, I would always think about the parties of people. I'd serve a 6 top of friends and wonder how that happens for people. How do you essentially obtain a group of people, that's not family, to have dinner with. I would always think I would never have that. I'd never have a group of people that would invite me. I'd never have that. It's not really ever something I would dwell on. I just accepted that my life wouldn't turn out that way, I isolate at times, I'm weird, I'm socially awkward, whatever. I just figured I'd never get to have that experience, I'd never be liked enough.

Well, today I sat at a table with 5 people. I had dinner with friends. We took pictures, we laughed, we all ordered the same fucking thing. Our server actually met us out at a bar after he got done with work. I'm deeply thankful for this strange life I have. I'm so moved by something so normal. I didn't think I would ever have this.

[389]

by Alessandro Comotti

[silent-insanities]

Perhaps nothing in this lifetime will be enough for me.

[inelaborate]

The answer is right in front of me. I struggle to believe it's true. Even my poems are different.

[detailedart]

Painted rolling waves by Daniel Abel.

[inelaborate]

[bohemiansthings]

Past Life

[longhairvixen]

[seasons-in-hell]

Ivan Chernov

[seasons-in-hell]

Embroidery Art By Adipocere

[inelaborate]

It only took me an entire year before I picked up a leaf during one of our hikes to save. We fell asleep entwined while the last hour of a movie buzzed in the background. I know, you know. I've made the decision. This is where I want to be.

[seasons-in-hell]

Jusepe De Ribera

[androgynouslovewombat-blog]

[inelaborate]

I have a life I love, in a city I didn't choose. Almost ten years have gone by, and I have a lovely life I curated. People I love, jobs that fulfill me, cats to come home too. Surrounded by lovely friends, familiar faces, a routine.

I spend a week with my family. Florida is a different land. My mother does not make me feel bad for who I am anymore. I read bed time stories to my nephew. I swim in the pool. I've relaxed for the first time in so long. I picture what life would be like here. I think of my mother growing older and how I want to spend more time with her. I think of all the years I was not around. I think a part of me would be miserable here, but I'd probably be able to curate a life I would also enjoy. I love my family and a different part of me feels like this is really home. Surrounded by my family.

I'm torn. Do I really wish to come back to small town Florida? I never dreamt of escaping this wasteland. I escaped and grew and became a better version of myself. The pitfalls that ensnared me as a young woman, would not happen again. I learned from my mistakes. No decisions need to be made right now, but I do feel a gnawing sensation in my brain. Maybe I want to come home, to my other home. Maybe I can't, but maybe I could.

[petitworld]

by Siobhán O’Dwyer