is mikey ok?

[mikey] [he/him] [23] ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ vent, art, writing, cybercore ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ [i do not sh. you are not responsible for my mental health. i go to therapy.]

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my chest wasn't supposed to ache like this again

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would turning into seafoam really be that bad?

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i feel like i would be down to write some trigun stampede stuff, asks are open.

disclaimer: i won't answer/write everything.

[minors dni]

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i'm ok now, freaking out over trigun stampede, in a good way

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i want to kill myself but i won't. i want to kill myself but i won't. i want to kill myself but i won't. i want to kill my self but i won't.

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why do i keep doing this to myself. what keeps me forcing myself forward when i don't want to be here anymore. what sense of duty

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oh to be a boy on a wednesday

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i want cornflakes and tattoos

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There will come... who, exactly ? Heavily inspired by the song "Soldier, Poet, King" by The Oh Hellos. Not heavily inspired by Christianity. find me at @atlanticsea on tumblr or @oceanknives on tiktok and insta!

The King

"There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy" 

Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture ? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now. 

Art : St Catherine of Alexandria, Guido Reni

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[trigger warning] depression, su!cide, etc.

(i will not act on any expressed thoughts, proceed with caution)

i usually get angry. i want to kick something, over and over until it falls, break it until you can even tell what it used to be. i got sad, crying in front of people i don't trust with my feelings, i don't trust with my heart, just handing it to them because i had no other choice in the moment. i sometimes think of taking my life, the feeling of my lungs filling with water as i gasp for air under the rush of the cold river; the slow realisation of too many pills, this is it, if i do nothing there's no coming back from it; the pain and panic as i feel my body on fire from the inside, downing a methyl mix in my cabinet left over from the previous tenant.

but i don't feel that right now. right now it's just nothing, i want to be here, i know there's still reason, but i have so many decisions to make in such a short time i can't imagine how i'll figure it all out, i know i will, i always do. i push myself beyond my limits to be the responsible person i am, for some reason. yet they still see me as a threat, as the one causing trouble. ive done nothing but be good for so long, trying so hard to fit what they want from me, i don't even know who i am. i'll pull through. no clue where am i pulling to or who's tugging on my arm.

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i'm loosing it and i think the cameras are starting to notice

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short story

she had light blue hair with ribbons, a short white dress with lace and frills. her hands wrapped around the iron bars of her intricate place. a boy walks up, brown hair disheveled, body bruised and bandaged. she asks him why he looks so down "you're free aren't you? shouldn't you be happy? that's what they all tell me."

he stares down at her, as she sits on the floor of a delicate cage. "how did you become this way, trapped?" he responds, ignoring her question.

"what is trapped?" she asks.

"what is free?" he asks.

neither know the answer, nor understand even the own concepts they speak of, so they go their separate ways. one walking on, one staying here.

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i made this silly little account to post my emo art but editing the theme has actually brought me an unexpected amount of joy and my mood has improved immensely.