Origami Gasmask2

writer and star gazer closet girl / I love Music, sharing (wholesome) moments with others and Anime, or good stories in general

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Aight, we're boutta head out.

I love the process of getting ready to head out.

watching everyone prepare, get dressed and go over their individual equipment. rechecking if they got everything for the trip - or mission in question.

I love that.

and then to open the big, broad door and step through it outside, into the bright light of the sun.

saying 'see you soon' to the ones that stay home, that you think off while you're away, that you greet heartly once you return and that you are greeted back just as lovingly.

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romance can be seen as boring as having two people sit together, answer 36 personal questions and stare into each others eyes for four minutes whilst listening to a song

but there is still this spark

this fantastically magical moment

and no matter how much you boil romance down into scientific words and systems

and try to recreate it

it will always, always be love

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when you've stopped to monolog about self-hatred and self non-acceptance because it is exhausting and you gave up on the hope things would ever change

but unconsciously you still act on those emotions

abandoning your body, not caring about it's well being, if it has wounds, breaks or pain

only hating, more and more, this body and all it's parts that don't belong to you

like the hair, the voice, the adam's apple

but I still love my eyes

I somewhat like my arms and legs

and my butt.

but those positives will never outway the anger, hate and frustration that have been piling up for nearly a decade now

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most people, if they were to lose a large amount of items in a game, like Minecraft. Which they have worked hard and long for. In a lava accident for example.

they would be sad, naturally;

they would grief, understandably;

but they would get back up and go back out there

they would rebuild, reclaim, recraft.

but me? I don't have that strength

so I would start anew each time

and if I couldn't do that I would just stop completely after a while; for a while;

that was it. the idea in my head I tried to form with words. what I thought about just now.

there is nothing else, no great epiphany, or happy end to this story

just me sitting here, in the same old chair, staring at the same old screen

sharing my thoughts in search for others to relate and maybe to feel less alone

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Broken people seek Art ...

because it makes them-

in an attempt to-

to-

-feel Whole again.

No matter how you fill the void inside of you. Drawing, Singing, Dancing, making Music, Writing or any other form of Art.

You are not alone;

You are one of many.

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Project: trying to be independent by making your own food.

today: Bacon and Eggs

Result: I'm glad I only made this for myself

also. Oregano. Oregano on Everything!

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As if being a closet, lesbian, trans girl wasn't confusing enough already.

I just had to go ahead and develop feelings for a guy. So I can't even atleast be sure about my sexuality. Great. Thanks.

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I've seen death in my dreams

this empty sky

a black void

just a night of oblivion

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Save Me

Take me with you Purple Clouds

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why does rain give us this melancholic feeling?

maybe it's because they are both hard to capture in a frame.

we know when they're there, we can feel it; but without a good enough lense on them to grasp them, we are unable to view them.

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Back to the Front

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Fall

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City Streets

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Captured Dawn

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Times of Past Love

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Shady Summer Dawn

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Sunny Cloud Rotor