orpheus

ɢᴏᴅ ᴅᴀᴍɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ɪʀᴏɴ ғɪsᴛ.

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When you’re dead and wrapped up in your experience / you won’t have to be good–the soul isn’t / good, it’s more.

Alice Notley, from Disobedience: Poems; “More Of The Assholes Of Giants” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[pumpkinland]

my mom likes to tell me “you have to pick your battles” well im full of rage and im picking all of them

[sayyaad]

                               I STOOD BY EVERYTHING I LOVED       WHILE YOU NEVER UNDERSTOOD ME MUCH

indie white wolf ocs. 18+. selective.

[allasianflavours]

[sayyaad]

"I appreciate it, but look at what we're dealing with, man. You gotta draw the line somewhere. You gotta draw a fucking line in the sand, dude. You gotta make a statement. You gotta look inside yourself and say, 'What am I willing to put up with today?' NOT FUCKING THIS."

[legendarymemes]

Concern Meme

‘I’ve not seen you eat a vegetable in a week. How about I make you a proper dinner?’

'That does not look like a flesh wound, dude.’

'Do you actually ever leave your office and sleep?’

'Sleeping on your desk totally doesn’t count.’

'I’ve seen healthier looking corpses. You should head to bed.’

'Keep hydrated! I’m concerned about you in that heat!’

'Have you practised any self-care today?’

'Do you want me to run a warm bath for you? We can use your favourite bubble bar.’

'I’ll hold your hair. Just take deep breaths.’

'I know there was a story about a girl who lived on nothing but pizza, but I really don’t think you’ll manage to do the same!’

'You look terrible. I mean, you look beautiful as ever, but also super sick.’

'Please go and rest? I’m so worried about you!’

'You need to sit for a while. Please? You’re always on your feet.’

'All this stress isn’t good for you.’

'Would you like a back-rub?’

'C'mon, look at me! Don’t close your eyes, okay?’

'Wake up! Come on, please! Come back to me!’

'You’re having a nightmare! It’s not real, I’m here!’

'What do you normally do to help your anxiety? We can do that.’

'Would you like me to sit with you while you go through this?’

'Are you okay for me to touch you? You can nod or shake your head.’

'Breathe, that’s it. Nice and steady.’

'I’m right here, I promise. I’m not going anywhere.’

'You can cry if you need to, it’s alright. No one would think badly of you.’

'Do you want a hug?’

'I’ll stay right with you until you fall asleep.’

'You went really dizzy there for a second. Can you hear me now?’

'I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen to you. Just stay with me, please…’

'Where does it hurt? Can you show me?’

'I have a first aid kit, I can fix you up.' 

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About Elly (2009)

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You have a right to come out of trauma uglier and meaner and angrier and less forgiving. And being a “bad survivor” does not impinge upon your validity as a survivor or how deserving you are of care, healing and recovery. Grow claws and fangs, hate the people who hurt you, hold on to your grudges ‘til your grave, never forgive and never forget if that’s what you need. And don’t let anyone judge or shame you for what gives you that scrap of safety, or security, or healing, that the cruelty of others had denied you.

[lexa-kom-skaikru]

My sexuality is women who terrify me and turn me on at the same time

[lizzyisameme]

34 excuses for why we failed at love | the poetry sentence meme

warsan shire is a kenyan-born somali writer, poet, editor, and teacher.  you may know her as the woman whose poetry was adapted into beyonce’s visual album, lemonade.  the entirety of her poem “34 excuses for why we failed at love” has been placed here for a rp sentence meme.  

feel free to change pronouns, etc., as needed to make these prompts make sense—and please be sure to look up her work if you think it sounds as divine as i do!!!   –  LIZZY

I’m lonely so I do lonely things

Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.

You hate women, just like your father and his father, so it runs in your blood.

I was wandering the derelict car park of your heart looking for a ride home.

You’re a ghost town I’m too patriotic to leave.

I stay because you’re the beginning of the dream I want to remember.

I didn’t call him back because he likes his girls voiceless.

It’s not that he wants to be a liar; it’s just that he doesn’t know the truth.

I couldn’t love you, you were a small war.

We covered the smell of loss with jokes.

I didn’t want to fail at love like our parents.

You made the nomad in me build a house and stay.

I’m not a dog.

We were trying to prove our blood wrong.

I was still lonely so I did even lonelier things.

Yes, I’m insecure, but so was my mother and her mother.

No, he loves me he just makes me cry a lot.

He knows all of my secrets and still wants to kiss me.

You were too cruel to love for a long time.

It just didn’t work out.

My dad walked out one afternoon and never came back.

I can’t sleep because I can still taste him in my mouth.

I cut him out at the root, he was my favorite tree, rotting, threatening the foundations of my home.

The women in my family die waiting.

Because I didn’t want to die waiting for you.

I had to leave, I felt lonely when he held me.

You’re the song I rewind until I know all the words and I feel sick.

He sent me a text that said “I love you so bad.”

His heart wasn’t as beautiful as his smile

We emotionally manipulated one another until we thought it was love.

Forgive me, I was lonely so I chose you.

I’m a lover without a lover.

I’m lovely and lonely.

I belong deeply to myself .

[sayyaad]

I'm in hospital send me nice anons /demanding

[sayyaad]

drafts:

allmistress x2 lostfledgling rakshaasa manticorablogs moran-anam fulguritte

sorry for being a tortoise im garbage

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REBLOG IF YOU WANT SEXUAL SUNDAY ANONS

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I am someone who did not die when I should have died.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via spitfcre)

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Send me 😰 for a glimpse at one of my muse's nightmares!

[historicaltimes]

An Iraqi boy selling oranges in a Baghdad during the Gulf War, circa 1991.