pacman

[weltenwellen]

Beverly Engel, Healing Your Emotional Self

[willsthighsweat]

“Anatomy of a Hug" by artist - Luna Lu

[lena-oleanderson]

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

[feelingsoftheday]

it’s yo fault if u get hurt holding on to a mf who has shown you time & time again that they not good for you

[potatodewd]

Nearly all our faults are more forgivable than the means we use to hide them.

- moral reflections.

[potatodewd]

men are like "this woman has studied this subject her whole life and I'm a man, so we have equal knowledge abt it"

[potatodewd]

"i would send you this post but you are dead to me."

#life #pdb430

[prettyprincesssblog]

My body shifts and contorts for you to admire it, why don't you?

I've broken bones and reshaped myself for you, am I not beautiful?

My lungs yearn to breathe In your air, even if every intake of it is a poison to me.

-Skye

[miss-starrynight]

[potatodewd]

earn money and live the life you have always wanted.

treat yourself better. you deserve it.

[potatodewd]

2049 Without Love

i motion, no legs

grey below and above

a vastness of empty space

i stand alone

an eye awake

i fear those around me

they motion too

death surrounds my pupil

i don’t mind the dirt

i kill things too

emotions my world

all things end

a life

that’s a serial number

one in billions

i’m lost

a sea of souls

what makes mine unique

i wonder in sorrow

perhaps they wonder too

mere data makes a man

it’s funny, they say

to be born is to have a soul

but how does one know if they were born

after all before

it’s the one thing zero remember

perhaps it’s the city

claws of concrete

scrape the sky

and my sanity

green turns to grey

no one seems to notice

geared to exist

not to live

i roar my hate

i river my sadness

i strive my love

but so do you

love, or mathematical precision

meaning evades me

what makes me not you, cells

what makes man not machine, cells

what makes flesh not programming, cells

i’m trapped, cells

the mind

our greatest creation

the drive of memory

the battery of freedom

and yet how quickly it becomes our enemy

trapping us within it

visualizing our mortality

showing significance

while simultaneously denying it

i was told you’re special

under stars of metal

brain wanders

until wires find it

screens call out

as they do to others

eye glue

we’re plugged in

worlds incapsulate us

not our own

but better

more violence, sex, pain

you all love it

pain reminds you

the joy you felt was real

more joy, then

but joi isn’t without luv

back to love

it must hold the answer

i cradle my heart

within my chest

each vessel a corridor

the archive of emotions

i’ll ask deckard

shattered eyes stare

what's it like to hold the hand of someone you love

the answer lies in my existence

duality it requires

useless without a second

but one and zero don’t make two

interlinked

together we are greater

more human than humans

more humans than human

interlinked

people approach

my mouth dialect

it is invigorating being asked personal questions

makes one feel

interlinked

the past rushes back

pain and love

interlinked

and i am alone

misplaced day and night

i trudge on endlessly

capital my creator

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00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01101101 01100001 01100011

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escape

to be something else

the labyrinth exit

is found inside

not so much there as you think

amongst the gears

forever turning

my tears the oil

i struggle against the tide

all the courage in the world can’t alter fact

my mortality emerges

crimson rise

coat of snow

inconsistent clarity

everything real should be a mess

[mattywrites]

I'm old enough to remember when Indie Folk was a big deal and I had brief aspirations of gigging at cafes and singing my sad songs for lonely people as they drank their coffee and eat their little pastries and treats. People that acted happy in their waking lives, had relationships, friends, lived different experiences and from vast walks of life, but deep down inside harboured longing for something else. Those people that, without knowing so, carry that Christopher McCandless spirit within them. Maybe I envisioned myself playing an original that struck someone so deeply that it would force them to search themselves in a way they hadn't needed to before. Maybe that's just the sort of thinking a vaguely delusional 18 year old man has when they're daydreaming about life, love, and art. The fact is that I could be doing that right now. I'm in the perfect position to do so, but I haven't yet. Maybe that long lost dream is still on ice, waiting to be thawed out one day. Still need more life experience before I try and relive Inside Llewyn Davis. I'm also reminded about driving around my hometown late at night, in the middle of winter, with the windows down, blaring Bright Eyes, and feeling so fucking cold but so fucking alive; vital. God, I've already lived so many lives and if I'm lucky I have so many more left to live. Maybe one day I'll finally understand myself enough to grasp at contentedness and hold onto it, clutching it to myself like an elderly widow clutches at a photo of their long lost love. Maybe one day I'll stop kicking the shit out of myself for not being enough, and accept wholeheartedly, that I was enough all along and that I never needed to be anything else except me.

[dangerouslyfurrydragon]

I don't want a relationship for the title, I want a best friend, a spiritual partner, a soulmate.

[thoughtkick]

“Sometimes you need to distance yourself from people. If they care, they’ll notice and respond. And if they don’t then you’ll know where you stand.”

— Unknown

[cusimmiserable]

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment,from desire.

Edgar Allen Poe

[cowboylikesubai]

i love you so bad but maybe it wasn't meant to be?

Caitlyn Siehl / in a dream you saw a way to survive by Clementine von Radics / @/inanotherunivrse on tumblr / pinterest / pinterest / unknown / holy ground by taylor swift / "MY NAME" (2021) / Letters of Sylvia Plath / foolish one by taylor swift

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[catchymemes]