gieoden

[louisgieoden]

*insert katara's voice*

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[louisgieoden]

“if i wasn’t good enough, i was gonna make myself good enough.”

[louisgieoden]

love you still

[importantcatpics]

@importantcatpics

[smolldragon]

[louisgieoden]

“The Eldest”

They crowned me young with silent gold,

A title carved, a role foretold.

“Be good,” they said, “be wise, be strong—

You must not fail, you lead the throng.”

I learned to shine, to play the part,

To swallow storms, to steel my heart.

Each smile I wore, a careful thread,

Woven tight with words unsaid.

They called it love, this heavy praise—

A thousand eyes that watched my ways.

But never once did someone see

The trembling child inside of me.

I chased perfection like a flame,

Till “me” and “perfect” felt the same.

And in the mirror, clear and wide,

I found no soul, just mask and pride.

No hands to hold, no place to fall,

No voice that whispered, “You’ve done it all.”

Just silence where a friend should be—

Alone atop my family tree.

But still, I dream of days to come,

When I can walk, not always run.

When I can fail and still be whole,

When love won’t hinge upon control.

So here I stand, still bearing grace,

But slowly softening my pace.

Not just “the eldest,” not a throne—

But just a girl, becoming known.

[idleminds]

[cantmonica]

[greelin]

haha. You did irreparable damage btw

[missmirrorselfie01]

me to myself these days

[louisgieoden]

when gifts were passed for all to see,

the largest one was marked for me.

i was his favorite — that was clear,

his steady love always felt near.

my grandpa stood so firm, so tall,

a quiet strength admired by all.

he never wavered, never swayed,

a rock on which our roots were laid.

i thought he’d see a hundred years,

beyond all pain, untouched by fears.

but seventy-eight came all too soon —

he slipped away one quiet afternoon.

the sorrow lingers, won’t let go —

it shades each day with undertow.

i miss you, Lolo, more than words —

in every breath, in dreams unheard.

[louisgieoden]

The Eldest’s Weight

I came first, the chosen one,

The rising moon, the morning sun.

The one they count on, calm and wise,

With silent storms behind my eyes.

A blessing born of duty’s call,

To catch them all before they fall.

To lead with strength, to stand up tall —

And never show the cracks at all.

I’m praised for how I light the way,

But rarely asked if I’m okay.

They see the gold, not what it cost,

The dreams I buried, the sleep I lost.

I wear the crown with steady grace,

But miss the warmth of a softer place.

I’m loved for all that I achieve,

But not for when I need to grieve.

My blessing is this fire I hold,

Unmatched, unbroken, bright and bold.

My curse? To glow and never rest —

The heavy heart within my chest.

[louisgieoden]

being the eldest is both my blessing and curse

[louisgieoden]

I Am the Blueprint. I Am the Legacy.

Being the eldest daughter, granddaughter, and niece means I was born into expectation. Long before I could speak, there were dreams placed quietly on my shoulders. I didn’t just grow — I performed. I led. I excelled. And somewhere between learning to tie my shoes and learning to silence my fears, I became the one everyone looked to.

I am the blueprint — the first to try, the first to fall, the first to get back up. I set the tone, whether I meant to or not. My wins weren’t just mine; they opened doors and widened paths for those behind me. My choices were studied, my mistakes magnified — but through it all, I became the standard.

I am the legacy — not just of those who came before, but of everything they hoped would come next. I carry their sacrifices in my success, their silence in my strength. I am proof that what they endured was not in vain.

This isn’t just pressure. It’s purpose. And though the weight is heavy, so is the crown.

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

here

🗡️

for your silent battles

[wholeheartedsuggestions]

you deserve rest.

you deserve relaxation.

you deserve time to recuperate.

[a-supermassive-universe]

And you don’t have to do anything to deserve them

[louisgieoden]

i really like tumblr bc irls aren’t here

[louisgieoden]

told my closest cousin that the outgrown friendship that i remembered when i listened to “kahel na langit” was with his uncle who was only a few years older than me.

her reaction seemed like pure disappointment and she literally said “sus ayaw na sadto.”

guess i was just wasting time reminiscing on stupid old memories 🤣

[louisgieoden]

i hate how my hometown only reminds me of him