“Mouthful of Forevers”, Clementine von Radics
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“Mouthful of Forevers”, Clementine von Radics
what abuse has done to me:
someone: Makes a promise to me, or expresses desire to do something together in the future, or to give me something I want.
my brain: The classic future faking. This is not going to happen, ever, and we’re not going to pretend that it will. We will not sink into fantasies of what could be, and we’re not going to act differently or like this promise/vague desire meant anything. This is a trap and we’re walking right past it.
someone: Praises me and tells me I did well, or tells me that I’m a good person.
brain: Red Alert. You are being praised for acting obedient and pleasing. You are being groomed as we speak. You’re standing in front of an enemy. Achieve maximum distance. Remove yourself from their presence.
someone: doesn’t respond within a few days
brain: The interest is one-sided. Don’t indulge in ignoring them back, don’t play games, don’t rush to reply as soon as possible, you’re going to develop one-sided attachment. If you can’t count on them to talk to you, you can’t count on them for anything. Forget this person ever existed as they’re not going to continuously exist for you anyway.
I can only be myself when I’m alone. As soon as there’s another person around, the gremlin in my brain will scream ‘How am I being perceived? How am I being perceived?’ and the rest of me will wonder what can I do so this other person doesn’t get upset at me.
A Letter for the damned
Sink your teeth deep in my nape
Tell me it's for the best
Your venom runs deep, quick as if its a has a mind of its own
An instinctual path it follows
Slowly coursing its way throughout my whole body.
The heaviness of words hang above my head everyday.
The heaviness of what ifs as if your words ever had any intention behind them
They flow smoothly out the cusp of your mouth
Naturally
Instinctually
Part of me still wants to believe that you meant everything you said that night
Before you kissed me like you kissed me all those years ago
I cannot disguise the truth from the lies
Your venom flows so deeply in my veins that I'm blinded by all the wrong you did me
I promise you, you never meant to hurt me and I realize that
That you only wanted the best for you
That I understood why you left
That I looked for you in everyone
LIES
Your venom might run deep but I know mine runs deeper in you, coursing through your veins
Your heart
Your mine
All for the taking
At least for the mean time
Even if you tell yourself that you are the master of digusguise
Master of hiding
Master of lies
I know the truth
I know you well beyond how much you know yourself
I knew from the moment we spoke once again
I knew every step you would take
Every lie that would escape your lips
Every moment of your body burned into my mind
I knew from the moment I called you
The moment I let you back in my life
How you would ruin me
How you would destroy every particle of my being
Shattering my false reality
The reality that we could actually be together
The reality where I would stand beside you
Holding your hand through all your trouble
Like I did three years ago
Like I did two years ago for those few, short months
You believed you could hurt me
You believed you could burn through the cities I had "built"
Like it wasn't my plan the whole time
For you to course through my veins once again
For you to absolutely further the decay I had I already to pull apart
You didn't know the cities were already burnt
Ruins to my past life, the life we had and the life I had after you
I had already put the torch to all of that
Well before you stepped away from me
You aren't the only one who has venom
You aren't the only one who learned how to completely
Utterly
Eradicate a person
You aren't the only one who believed we could destroy each other
You weren't the only one who believe we could set ablaze to each other
You weren't the only one who thought we could be Icarus
Falling
Tumbling from burning each others wings once we got to close
My wisdom is for greater then your own
I grew knowing how to destroy
Ruin
Burn
Destroy
Rip apart everything I loved
I thought we could fall together
Like we had done before
Like I had dreamed
Hoped
Believed we could
But the truth
The dying truth
I didn't need you for that
I burned everything I had on my own
I destroyed everything
And fell without you
I deeply always knew I didn't need you there
I didn't need you caudling me
Whispering false lies so sweetly to me
Because I knew the truth
I knew I was so much more then you could have ever known
Could have ever tasted
That didn't stop me from wanting
Craving
Desiring someone else to fall with
Someone other than myself
Someone I knew would fall eventually
Fall from the pedestal I built for you
And once you fell
Oh how sweet
How delicious
How filling the pain was
The brokenness
The burning
The high
So play the fool
Act as if you never meant to hurt me
Until....
Until the moment was right
Until all the pent of exhaustion
Hatred
Pain
Wanting
Escaped
Escaped, falling, stumbling out of your mouth
The perfect moment to allow myself
To feel
To hurt
To BURN
To lash out on my so called love
Oh the pedestal I threw yourself ontop of
Knowing how you would fill my hunger
The hunger to be hurt
To be ravaged
To be torn to pieces
Bit by bit
Just so I could allow myself to claw away the dirt
Digging myself deeper into the pit I had made
Crawl from the depths I had locked myself away
The truth self
The person you never saw
And oh delicious
How delicious it was to devour every second
To devour how much you truly hated me
Truly resented our past and present
I would say future but...
We both know there was never a future for us
We both resented certain parts of each other
The resentment I held for you for how you could freely hurt people
How you could walk away at a moments notice
Turn on those you love
To bare one's teeth and let the anger
The hatred
The pain crawl out of somewhere
Somewhere primal
That fed the hunger
The hunger of hurting someone else
The resentment you held of how I could pose myself
So calmly
Sitting, facing the wall
To walk away once you threw me away
To treat you like you had never hurt me
Destroyed me and tore my heart out
The resentment of how so many loved me
Held me upon their shoulders as if I was a myarter
Someone to behold
To worship despite my wrong doings
Despite how many times I had fallen and the countless times I shall fall once again
To respect me without commanding
Screaming
Clawing for something you would never earn
To carry myself with grace like it comes naturally
Like it's something I have always done
Things you could never see nor imagine
You said I was the most kind person to exist, that I was to sweet for all of those things that had hurt me
You told me to look upon you as I sobbed
As I sobbed even though I wanted it to hurt
That you have seen me through and through
That you knew truly knew who I was
When in reality
You never knew me, the true me, the one I hid far away
As I hoped you would stay far away from me
Even though I knew what would happen
Like I knew then that you would crawl back
Coming crawling as you always do
Realistically we both each others venom
We both need to fill ourselves with the hatred
The passion
The turbulence that we once called love
The pain
The burning
Realistically
We are both damned
To fall
To burn everything we once knew because at the end of the day that's all we know
That is our instinct
That is our only way of surviving knowing we cannot hold anything good no matter how hard we tried
There is no sanctuary here for you my friend
I had placed the torch a long time ago
When I walked out of your room sobbing
Slamming the door physically and metaphorically
Well before you came back
Well before you even knew
There is nothing left for you here
No one for you to sink to the bottom with you
For you are alone without me
A piece missing
A shattered forever gone
I realized
There is only me
There if no room for another
For you
Only my thoughts
My venom
My hatred
Falling away from the sun as if I was icarcus completely
Utterly
Alone
Only myself
Maybe once upon a time I did love you
A time where your name
Your face
Smile
Eyes
Hands
Lit something deep in me
Something so deeply forgotten
Something I could finally
Dissappear completely within
Somewhere I could place you so high
Striving for you to reach the sun
Something that could reach me
The starved
The damned
The broken
But you my friend
The one
The one who caused a burning in my chest
Tears
Anger
Love
Holiness
Freedom
I truthfully forgot
I am not the sun
I am not the rays shining down
Beaming into your world
Giving life upon a deslate place
I am not the sanctuary you see
The sanctuary you believe you could contain
I'm the moon
Cold
Unforgettable
Unforgiving
Harsh
A reminder of who YOU are truly
A reminder of a life you once had but lost
A life you try to grasp
A life you try to gaze in anyone's eyes
Anyone's touch
A devotion that you could never forget
Eyes that gazed at you softly
As if you truly were something to behold
Something to love
Something to stray from the judgment you tried to escape
A stray from judgment that you deeply truly believed you deserved
Imagine:
My dad knowing about my past addiction issues, addiction issues run in my family including him.
Telling my dad I'm suffering again
"Well you don't have a problem unless you are buying more."
Im buying more
Well are you using during your work week
No.
You don't have a problem
THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS FATHER, you can call me a recreational user and that I still manage to pay all of our bills but that doesn't dismiss my problem
Me only coming back to Tumbkr so I can look at triggering photos about my mental illness so I can trigger myself into an episode 🤪
My three mental ages: a defenceless kid, an adult who’s had enough and [static noise]
Self harm doesn’t always happen when a blade touches skin.
It’s skipping meals because you don’t feel like you deserve to eat today. It’s having sex because you want to be used or abused or defiled. It’s drinking recklessly because you might have the ‘courage’ do something stupid. It’s smoking - not because you need the nicotine - because you know it’s bad for you. It’s banging your head against a wall when you’re angry. It’s crossing the road without looking because you lowkey hope a car might hit you. It’s thinking about all the ways you could break a bone and make it look like an accident. It’s not taking painkillers because you want to suffer. It’s taking painkillers in excess because you know it’s dangerous. It’s walking home the more dangerous way because you’re kind of half hoping you’ll get attacked or raped or stabbed. It’s going for long walks at night and getting chilled to the bone and hoping that you get lost so that you can’t find your way back. It’s seeking out triggering material. It’s all the stupid little ways you punish yourself for existing.
Sometimes self harm happens when you put effort into depriving yourself of things you like or need, and sometimes it happens when you don’t put any effort into doing the things you like or need.
It’s a pattern of self-destructive behaviour, and it doesn’t only happen in one way.
This sort of behavior is classified as “para-suicidal” It’s putting yourself in a situation of danger or destruction with the intention of risking your safety rather than a direct attempt on your life. Kind of, leaving it all to chance? Also doing things to harm yourself or your self worth because you feel you deserve to feel the outcome of those actions.
I'm okay, I just need someone to be a little obsessed with me in order to feel validated and loved.
mfs say “i’m fine” then detach themselves from everyone in their lives for weeks. that’s me, i’m mfs
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AND NOW I FIND MYSELF ALONE Its terrifying to think ill eventually have to let another lover in because thats who I am. I can't stand to be alone but worse I can't help but fall in love. I love the way new born love feels, the excitement, the rushes, the feeling like I can do anything. But im terrified to know ill eventually have to let someone back in again. To tell them all my past wounds and fears. Every new lover I let them in closer and closer then the ones before. Letting once closed doors, open to see, open to judge, to bear the heaviness on their chest of the pain inflicted on me. Everyone tells me how im not broken, that im not just something that needs to be fixed but truthfully. I am, I'm as broken as they come, each person, new responsibilities, the weight of the world on my shoulders shatters me deeper and deeper. I let people peek in but never to closely, I'll never let anyone step through the doorways. For my pain, my past, my world is my pain alone to bear. I'll never let the weight be shifted off my shoulders in fear of burdening another, in fear they might see me for who I truly am. The person I hide from the whole world. Its the one thing I have for me and only me, myself. Even if I lose them constantly, at the end of the day I'm the person I'm left with, the person who has never completely left me. I see the past me in glimpse of the mirror, my actions, my movements. They haunt me, all of them and I mourn them every single day. And to let another person see who I am for me, the nasty, gritty truth is horrifying. It's hard for me to be with me so to imagine another person knowing me completely is impossible.
Trying to find something to motivate myself and I found this little line from Van Gogh
If 2/2/22 falls on a Tuesday it could also be known as “2’s Day”
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I LITERALLT JUST TYPED OUT SO FUCKING MUCH AND TUMBLR JUST DELETED IT LIKE DIDNT LET ME POST AND ITS NOT IN MY DRAFT FUCIKIIIII
you ever start to write a post and just x out halfway through like nobody wants to see this not even me
What i wouldn't give to rip myself open to spill all of these emotions and worries. I feel so trapped within myself