the cure to self-sabotage is to anchor yourself to the universal truth that you are worth it. you are worth the effort. you are worth the difficulty, you are worth the time, you are worth the consideration. there is never a point in your life, in time itself, that you are not worth it. return to this truth when you feel yourself slipping. do not let it go.
You expect me to love you as intensely as I loved sad boys when I was fourteen: as if your existence is a meaning-giving life form that I need, when in reality, that idea has planted itself as a parasite in my head paralyzing me into submitting to all things YOU until I have no time left for me and my own dreams. You don’t get it that if I fall in love I will FORGET what I want. I will lose sight of what is important. Because I’m young and confused and my ideas for my future are flighty, easily built and destroyed. frequently changed. I’m okay with them changing, I just don’t want them to be shaped… to be influenced… by anyone other than me and my choices. For now.
“It’s okay to change your yes to a no. Yeses aren’t permanent. They’re something we choose again and again, each and every day. Something we have the right to recall and reconsider as soon as saying yes no longer feels conducive to our wellbeing and happiness. It doesn’t matter whether you said yes to a job, a date, a relationship, sex, a favor to a friend, a social endeavor, or a vow of silence — you don’t ever have to commit to something that forces you to compromise who you are and what feels right; especially if it’s something you agreed to under pressure, intimidation, or force. Changing your yes to a no might make people angry. It might hurt their feelings, cause them to see you as a flake, and result in lost connections. But if saying no means staying true to yourself, honoring your feelings, and making self-care a priority, it’s worth it. You are worth it. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise.”
“Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you, and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.”
liminal spacetime: the creative prompt for august at the orangery literary society. 🌾
the blood of dusk looks just like water by @sealavender / keyvan hami (ig: @chelipagram) / god is a liminal space by @linkedsoul / edward hopper, house at dusk / don't forget me, the way i did by @mothprincess / @geof on deviantart / the un-chase by @bies-from-wildland / ben mcloughlin, a russian tabloid newspaper... / haiku by @violetboueux / x / spidersong by ieva dapkevicius (@feytouched)
transcripts, image descriptions, and tag list below.
[ID: a compilation of poems interspersed with photographs on the theme of liminality.
1. poem excerpt: "i stand here, at the threshold / of something, somewhere / and the stillness sticks a needle / through my chest, pinning me / to its collection of silences"
2. photo: a dark sunset landscape; the sky is purple, the sun is a distant dot haloed in orange, just above the horizon, and the earth below is dark green and blurred.
3. poem excerpt: "a transition, a passageway. a there-then-gone- / then-there-again. godhood in the cracks of the world. in the nooks and crannies. where we / unwind. humanity is ink on a paper and god sleeps / (there) / between the lines.”
4. a painting of a stone building's top corner; its flat roof has several chimneys, and some of its rectangular windows are lit up and silhouettes of the interior can be seen. in the background, dark treetops stand against the fading light of day.
5. poem excerpt: "The distance between me and myself, / it was only a corridor away. // But I can't find my room— the gold door numbers are missing— / and the floors beneath me are like the carpeting // in a Marriott hotel, somewhere in Jacksonville, Florida. / Does anyone remember where they went? // Did you remember to leave a note / before you left?"
6. photo: a dark hallway in a derelict building, with doors on either side, lit up by the sunlight filtering in from the open doors on the right and by a small window at the far end of the corridor. there are graffiti of words in dark red on the right-hand side.
7. poem excerpt: "The droplets of quicksilver / Suspending the clock. // The day… Was. / It was, it was, it was. For sure. / You’ll ask yourself / “Is that memory mine?” "
8. a painting of a faded dark green flat landscape with hills in the background, against a dark grey sky. a roadside billboard glows under warm yellow lights; the billboard is blank.
9. poem excerpt: "broken spider silks / the last threads of the summer / sway in August’s breeze"
10. photo: a field of tall grass photographed at night. the background is pure black, and the grass and ground are illuminated with a contrasting bright light. the grass is green and tipped with yellow inflorescences, growing on pale sandy ground that splits it in a path down the centre.
11. poem excerpt: “August, and the greying summer — weightless / as a sun-bleached bone washed ashore, / heavy as the rain-sodden cloak of the sky / embroidered with silver threads of lightning / — teeters on the knife-edge of a sunset, / then falls into colder waters.”]
tag list (ask to be added): @arairah @beelovd @wrenling @fithragaer
potential ticks within me,
or so I’m told.
i’m going so many places.
or so I’m told.
i will change the world.
or so I’m told.
the confidence of the world is such a burden
when I don’t know what I want.
when fancies like flowers
catch my whim for a while
then wilt beneath my fingers.
there, a fairy!
there, a nymph!
maybe the pixies are gone, but
there’s a lovely little shop and a
cup of tea waiting for me,
but no one ever changed the world from an armchair.
there! I see a bakery
waiting for me,
but a loaf of bread never solved String Theory.
oh look, a pen!
it’s waiting for me,
but fairy tales don’t feed nations.
high expectations are high praise // or so I’m told
–r.a.b.
Y yo que decía que estaba cansado de escribir, no imaginé que ibas a caer sobre mí como cristalinos besos de primavera... Te amo, Soledad... Te amo... Agradecido está mi corazón y entregada está mi mano al toque de tu lira y al encanto de tu tacto.
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