Balance 💀

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[relatably-depressed-n-anxious]

[unsubconscious]

Dustin Kalynuk  

[konoko]

[corredordelaberintos]

[skaterchick66]

literally me every morning when my boo goes to work at 3am

[skaterchick66]

I don't like how my brain's wired.

How my emotions connect to my memories connect to my subconscious.

What are the first 3 things on your mind when you rise for another day?

Probably ain't the same as me.

I'm quite an embarrassment, really, how I let my emotions control my way of thinking.

And I don't even fight it.

Maybe I'm sick enough to where I like how this feels.

Twist the blade a little bit more & maybe I'll finally break.

What can be my excuse today?

What can be my reason for keeping myself locked away?

In my own little corner of the world where eventually everyone will forget about me.

So if I stay here, it won't matter what I miss or what I don't see.

Because maybe I don't want to see anything.

& maybe I don't care if I miss anything.

I don't like how my brain's wired.

Memories & miscommunications & masochistic self-doubt.

Wallowing in my own self pity until my heart can't break.

I won't let anyone else this deep in, they only need to see the surface.

Because in the end who am I to expect help for something like this?

Something that doesn't make sense.

Something that doesn't feel right.

& something I've been living with for endless, dreadful days.

I don't like how my brain's wired.

How my emotions connect to my memories connect to my subconscious.

I'm tired.

[anxietyproblem]

[werewolpheus]

i just got a mix of all of them

[skaterchick66]

° here I am, once again,

I'm torn into pieces.

can't deny it, can't pretend;

just thought you were the one.

broken up, deep inside...

but you won't get to see these tears I cry °

[yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726]

[nawtacop]

[daweed182]

[fdsfjdsfjkf93723679267-deactiva]

[stolen-ferrari]

“She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone.”

— Ann Brashares (via nitrogen)

[s111ren-deactivated20220405]

[thoughtkick]

“Make sure you don’t start seeing yourself through the eyes of those who don’t value you. Know your worth even if they don’t.”

— Thema Davis

[tinysupergiant]

New Bones

We see them through the bird’s eye:

drifter of dunes, traverser of the orange sea.

That fleck of humanity is ours:

an ant in our sandbox, like a lone star in

an inverted sky.

We circle them, fix them

in the telescope of our mind

with piqued curiosity:

maladapted form of

urban descent; product of smoke;

guardian of stone labyrinths and

metal skeletons that frame

the mirror worlds.

This is not their land.

Here, under the glaring fireball, over

the dragon’s gold, they are outflanked by

the sidewinder, stalked by the abrasive wind,

overlooked by wagering angels

who mark, already, the end of their trail with

its shimmering mirage.

The oldest of magic presides here:

each grain of sand – a relic of an

ancient spell that was cast to accelerate

life’s precocity and ensure these

final conditions were met.

There is no escape.

No.

We see them through the bird’s eye but

we are not the bird.

We are the one who wanders

across the desert of our mind;

the one we see, who staggers

through the wastes of imagination

towards that long awaited promise of becoming

new bones.

[callmewhenimgone]

[understands]