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02/05/2026

I mourn my hands

that haven’t created art

in so long

#dear diary

12/04/26

It’s almost 7 pm on a cloudy Sunday

And I’m sick of your promises

#dear diary

Am I real? Have I ever been real?

I have a morbid fascination with death, blood and everything cruel

Crying about Laika and Felicette once again

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The effigy of a Lady, probably Elizabeth, daughter of Henry Hussey, which lies on a tomb chest. Within the chest is a cadaver effigy. Uttoxeter, Staffordshire.

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By Beth Cavener

#my post #my photos #my photography #foggy aesthetic #foggy morning #sadgirl #aesthetic

And I’m waiting for someone to hold me. I am waiting and watching everyone walk around me, like I‘m something broken. Someone, not worthy of love. Never seen nor heard. I can hear them laugh. Telling each other jokes. Jokes, which I not know of. My Heart is beating fast. My hands are shaking. Why can’t they see? See that I am not abnormal.

#prose poetry #poetry #girlhood #just girly thoughts #daughters mind #failed child #sad thoughts #sadgirl #am i the failure?

Morality is a concept, to make us feel better about ourselves. It’s dead

He had been barely sleeping and still he stayed in bed. It felt wrong leaving it. On some days he thought his breath stood still, just like his heart. Winter had been hard and his bed was his only solace. Food was short. Eating was now a rarity.

Frostbites were gnawing on his face. If he tried to cover it with his thin blanket, his feet would show and they’d turn blue not long after. There was no use walking around, seeing how the floorboards were covered with splinters, which would only get stuck in his toes.

He feared that this winter would never end. It seemed like it had been so long, since last spring. Demeter must have been angry with them.

Crops were running low and he could hear the neighbors outside begging and wailing for even small crumbs.

He didn’t know what would run out first. Food or water.

His skin was covered with a rash, because of the damp that was surrounding his body and his lungs felt like they were on fire. He tucked the blanket closer, hoping it would shield him from death, who was waiting on his doorstep. He was certain, that he could hear deaths hands knocking on his front door, taunting him.

#free write #poetry #winter #writing #writers on tumblr

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Aphrodite isn't just love and sex and frilly pink bows,

She's passion, the raging fire that burns between the hearts of two friends or lovers when one is under duress,

She's the unbreakable bond of family (found or bio), everlasting, infinite, no matter how close or far they are,

She's the pain of a broken heart, manifest in anger and vindication, the one standing behind you as you confront an abusive partner/friend/family member,

She's salvation for everyone who has ever been or is being hurt,

She is self love for everyone with self esteem issues, looking you in the eye as you stare into the mirror and saying 'You are wonderful just as you are',

She's the comfort when you're in your darkest times, Her hands cradling you as you cry into Her shoulder,

She's the swelling of your heart when you experience new love or when you pick up a child,

She is justice for every queer person of the world just trying to exist peacefully-- transgender/sexual, intersex, aromantic, asexual, non-straight,

And She is the feeling of your smile slowly fading when you didn't realize you were smiling at all.