Artist, Writer, Dreamer and a Borderline

Hi! New to tumblr and an all time writer. I now finally have the courage to put my work out in the open. This blog is an amalgam of my writing (poetry and musings), my experiences with therapy and life in general. Feel free to write to me if you wish you discuss anything at all! 

[charamath]

[candyviolence-deactivated201801]

Now THIS is art.

[karenhallion]

Have I reblogged this before. I don’t care, How absolutely amazing this is. 

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IT JUST GOT BETTER

[of-the-moors]

This made my day.

[taraljc]

MINE TOO

[peponichild]

[tangobunny]

After years of global searching and processing human response, the internet has finally completed its original task of finding the most perfect cat video possible.

[ackwet-blog]

oh my god

[jshredz-deactivated20151103]

Unmut this 😭😭😭

[lazaefair]

ABSOLUTELY unmute this.

[seraphs-spider-web]

The inner child screams

You pecked and pecked 

With your chisel

Till all the layers disappeared

And my inner child stepped out

I had trapped the little monster safely

In a cold shroud of hopelessness and despair

Where she lay undead

Waiting for a glimmer of hope and faith 

And so, when you walked in 

Shining brighter than the brightest star

She stepped out in all her sullen glory and held up her arms to you

Only you didn’t pick her up

Like everybody, you left her standing in the dust. 

[jeanmoreaux]

avatar: the last airbender ☰ book 1; water

“The legends say the moon was the first waterbender. Our ancestors saw how it pushed and pulled the tides, and learned how to do it themselves. […] Our strength comes from the spirit of the moon, our life comes from the spirit of the ocean. They work together to keep balance.”

[amalamalakoi]

“We are quicksilver, a fleeting shadow, a distant sound… our home has no boundaries beyond which we cannot pass. We live in music, in a flash of color… we live on the wind and in the sparkle of a star!”

— Agnes Moorehead, as Endora, in the “Be It Ever So Mortgaged” episode of “Bewitched” (Screen Gems/ABC-TV); 24 September 1964.

[quotemadness]

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”

— Jane Austen

[showerponderings]

“The saddest part about metamorphosis is that there are no baby butterflies”

— http://ifttt.com/missing_link?1567688315

[poemswords]

“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via the-book-diaries)

[femestella]

[psych2go]

Read More Here: 16 Motivational and Inspirational Quotes for People with Anxiety …

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[drawandchill]

Very helpful

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[seraphs-spider-web]

The afterlife

Knowledge is power. But not knowing what comes after death is the most agonizing thing about suicide.

Lately, I've been afraid that the journey doesn't end in a quick painless death. I'm afraid that I'll be weighed down with chains and become a ghost, forced to relive old memories over and over again for all eternity for having the audacity to take control over my fate.

If there is any sort of mercy, I would get to write my life's story after death. I elect to become a fairy, high on happiness, spreading cheer and joy.

When the depressed ones sleep, off I'll trot into their blackened hopeless lives and suck out their depression.

With a swish of my wand, they'll be filled with joy and hope

The will to live

The ability to love themselves...

For you see, when you despise yoursel, a voice inside you constantly tells you that you are not good enough, you hear it echo around you. When people tell you that you've been excellent, the voice comes along and sharply tells your dampened spirits to stay dampened. You also hear the voice tell you that you are being given praise out of pity.

No compliment that ever came your way was ever real.

And so, if and when I become a fairy in the afterlife, I'm going to visit all the downtrodden hopeless ones and suck out that voice.

And then, I'm going to fly away to nearest volcano with the speed of light and hurl down the blackened emotions into the smoldering pit of fury and rage.

And when they burn, my fairylight will twinkle with pride.

In the afterlife, I'm going to be a fairy godmother for all the Cinderellas who are burnt and stung by the embers that are fuelled from the inside.

[seraphs-spider-web]

Moments

A watery grave with an ugly bloated body

Or an ugly slathered body that is bloody

Or maybe a body that is suffused with poison pills and bloaty

Or a peaceful, pleasant death,

Leaving behind my unmarred body.

This body that has only seen cruelty, pain and self-loathing in life.

In death, let there be peace.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“Hecate would scarcely talk; she liked being solitary. She did not trust people. She trusted the unspoken instead. Her own forces were hidden and she loved to keep them hidden. She only enjoyed conversations about anguish and desire.”

— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,”

[seraphs-spider-web]

Conversations with Purple Unicorn

P : Do you believe in rebirth?

Me: Yes. That's the only way the lunacy and chaos of life makes sense.

P: I've only just started believing in it and I'm scared. I want to die and just be dead.

Me : Yeah... Well... This is why the concept of nirvana fascinates me.

P: Okay, this is bullshit! The system is fucked up. I'd like to speak to the manager.

[thesporadicpsycho]

I don’t understand

I am utterly baffled

By how much you ruined me

You made my heart race

Then shattered it

You made me forget how to breathe

Then knocked the breath right out of me

It was a fucking calamity

I cried monsoons

I lashed out earthquakes

I screamed hurricanes

And yet,

You still stomped out my embers

My everything,

Kindly do me a favor and

Get out of my heart

please

[philosophybits]

“I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy. I expostulated, but he replied: ‘The bigs hit me, so I hit the babies; that’s fair.’ In these words he epitomized the history of the human race.”

— Bertrand Russell, Education and the Social Order