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So I'm sure this has been done to death but I like this idea

If Blood Bending is the dark side of water, how about:

Bending the Iron in a person's blood as an earth bender

Removing air from the lungs of your assailant as an air bender

Burning a delirious fever as a fire bender.

That could be fun.

#legend of korra #avatar #the last airbender

I starved myself by accident the past two days.

It's fucked but I hope I'm headed for a relapse. It feels good to be woozy and better than food. I feel like I'm doing something productive.

Dating Hayden brought forth a ton of insecurities about my looks. Not his fault, he was just gorgeous and I've never really felt like I was. So many people have told me otherwise, but I don't believe them.

He was so sleek and slender. I feel soft and doughy, like my waist is thick and my shoulders are broad, I have visible cellulite on my thighs and my ass isn't as pert as I'd like it.

But more than that, I just want to feel like I can control something.

My whole world has been completely fucking unmoored for two fucking years. I'm fucking tired. I just want to feel like I've got something going for me.

I say all this now but I work tomorrow, so watch me eat a normal amount of food in order to not collapse.

Been a while.

Even if nobody reads this, I want to try to document it.

I don't know who I am anymore. What I'm into, what I care about. I'm empty; I've only ever lived to be observed or consumed by other people.

So I'm figuring it out.

I'm single, I'm focusing on myself.

I'm also growing my hair.

This is a thing, because until I was about twelve, it fell to my waist in waves. I experimented with it for years, dying and styling it. But I think I want to try growing it back. Like me, it's a little delicate. It needs care, it needs rest, it needs focus.

I don't like how braids look, not for every day. They make me look a little serious. There's nothing to hide behind. I want to look cute and harmless...pretty. But primarily for men. I worry if I look serious, they won't want me. Besides, lots of men love my hair. Interestingly I think by braiding it I'm keeping it from them. But this is an exercise in not being consumed. I'm keeping ALL of myself from them.

So I look a little serious.

I am a little serious.

I have gone to ground. It's represented by my determined little braid.

89rooms

“She did not want to move, or to speak. She wanted to rest, to lean, to dream. She felt very tired.”

— Virginia Woolf, The Years

mildmanneredgrace

Feelings today.

thealienemily

You lost me the day you taught me how you lie. I couldn't admit it, but realizing this now, I think I see you clearly for the first time.

Willfull deceit, no matter the cause, is disgusting. And you disgusted me.

You can't con an honest man, and you're easy to maneuver because the main person you lie to is yourself.

I hope you can and do examine that.

Otherwise I'm glad to be rid of you.

#paging ben #goodbye #breakup

89rooms

“Darkness is acceptable and even attractive so long as there is a threshold that is not crossed. But most people I know who suffer, suffer relentlessly and unendingly no matter what sort of future is proposed (“it’ll get better/it won’t always be this like/you will start to heal/I know it’s such a cliché but you really will come out of this stronger in the end”).”

— — Jenny Zhang, from “How It Feels,” Poetry

#love #loss #heartbreak #paging ben

89rooms

“There is an endless forest within my heart. An endless cosmos within my soul. If you love me, if you dare, prepare to be lost beneath leafy boughs and starry skies. Prepare to see eternity within my eyes.”

— If you dare to love me- M.G. TheBasilDruid

#love

89rooms

“I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.”

— Anne Sexton, “A Self-Portrait in Letters”

viewfromthetent

#tetons #travel #nature

narcotic

“Ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand & the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep & there are no words for that.”

— Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas (via suspend)

#love