My Little Universe

20 something Queer💘🌈✨She/They/He This is the digital manifestation of my personality a little hint- it’s VERY divergent

[poetic-psychic]

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[fromdarzaitoleeza]

{Words by José Olivarez from Citizen Illegal /@fatimaamerbilal , from even flesh eaters don't want me.}

[ad-wills]

[thehopefulquotes]

“Bestfriend is someone who loves you when you forget to love yourself.”

— Unknown

[wanderthewood]

[tropicalizada]

[poetic-psychic]

•Venom 10/24/18

Projectile,

Volatile,

Gladiatorial

Fatal.

This is what describes venom.

Which is what you are to me,

You force your way into my body, and

I can feel you burning through me from the inside out as you slither your way through my veins poisoning every single thing you touch.

My mind was the very first thing to be infected by you and ever since then I haven’t been the same

You set my sensibility a flame- it’s burning blaze refuses to die down enough to let me breathe through the smoke

Everyday I think I might choke and you just think it’s a joke

You make me seem irrational

And overly emotional

But to me I truly am near my end

To everyone else it looks like my reality was made to bend - bend outta shape into a complicated maze

That even I its creator can not make it out of

You have poisoned my thoughts over and over each dose more deadly than the last

Each breathe so frantic I don’t know why I haven’t taken my last

I didn’t know my heart could beat this fast

People always say “it’s okay just calm down” “it’s not a big deal you need to chill”

Oh trust me if I could I would

[geryone]

Trace Evidence, Charif Shanahan

[stricatul]

Let's heal so we can stop accidentally hurting people we want to love because we are projecting our own wounds on to them.

[poetic-psychic]

May 9th 2018

It Doesn’t Hurt You ~ Psyche

Your words don’t hurt you

They hurt those around you

Which is why you’re never careful with them

Of course you’d be cautious if your own health was at risk

But these brushes with death are always too brisk

It’s never you who is hurt

Or your heart that bleeds with the soreness of a thousand mega hert bolts

You never feel the sting of your words

Which is why you use them like swords

Not caring who it hurts

Even the people you claim to love most bare the burden of your cruelty to the fullest

Sharp words spiteful heart

When you’re supposed to have kind words loving heart

Projecting your inner self hate on to her

“Oh it’s okay she can take it”

Well actually no she can’t she’s actually 3 seconds from trying to starve herself just to get you to be quiet

Cuz maybe then She can get away from your voice piercing through the layers of hardened defenses she’s built over the years to drown you out

But now in her 17th year her armor is cracking and falling off

She can’t rebuild it fast enough to protect herself from the persistent hurt your words afflict on her

But all you see is a lazy secretive, selfish girl

[nakedly]

[holidazehalloween]

[poetic-psychic]

9/26/18

I’m Fine

Every now and then people ask me “are you okay?”

Usually I lie and say “ I’m fine I’m just tired”

That’s not a full lie

I am tired.....

of the anxiety

The depression

The constant anger and deafening thoughts

The nights I spend crying my eyes out because I can’t hold in my pain any longer

And I’m tired of pretending like I’m okay

Because I don’t trust anyone enough to hold my vulnerability in their hands and not miss… treat it

At least once a day I have to either force a smile or push through the mountains of dysfunctional thoughts my mind has forced me to live with

Everyday I have to act like I’m not dying a miserable and slow death

Then there are those beautiful days where I don’t have to pretend because for once I actually can smile with my whole heart

But those never get to live long

They are always cut short

Giving me an even shorter leash to hang by

That’s almost always when someone asks me my favorite question

“Are you okay?”

There’s only one thing I can say

“I’m fine”

All the while I’m thinking to myself

“My life hurts, why won’t it just end already?”

I’m honest to a fault

You can ask me almost anything and it’ll be answered honestly

But when it comes to my feelings my lips are like a vault

Locked tight and I forgot the code

I don’t want to lie to some

But I also don’t need them to worry about me

I definitely don’t need them looking at me differently

[2ly]

music on max volume so I don’t hear my own thoughts

[weltenwellen]

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

[ongoingphotography]

[sacred-portal]