#the push

[crmsnmth]

Ode to a Dead Drug Addict

It starts with a quiet whisper in a small, shimmering promise that curls like smoke in the corners of this room Just one quick escape one borrowed moment where the world can loosen it’s grip

But that whisper grows fangs

Now my days are measured not by the sunlight or the clocks but by cravings that form like bruises pure and insistent on the edge of my fore arms a hunger with no name that feeds on everything you offer only to demand even more

I watch myself fading in mirrors that could never lie my eyes are quieter and my hands shake I’m just a ghost rehearsing my vanishing act one little heartbeat at a time Loved ones had all gone away but I could still hear their voices just echoes underwater

And still the cravings press a cold hand pushing you forward asking for devotion we were never meant to give

There is no glamour in this, only quiet wreckage of a life unraveling thread by thread Until one final trembling decision a hand outstretched trying to get a grip on the sun to begin the long and fragile mending

The road back is steep and potholed and slow each step is a small defiance Some truth stronger then the lie of oblivion

I am still here

[whence-the-woody]

I have never seen anything as fond as dan during that all or nothing gauntlet

[lordrahlprotects]

[antimony-ore]

You know that Netflix special where they made random real people commit what they thought was an actual murder by using the foot in the door psychologic technique?

That's why you want Trump dead

[backlogbooks]

my review of The Push:

[andreai04]

“My imagination could tiptoe slowly into the unthinkable before I realized where I was headed.”

[alienigena-pansexual]

Nunca me había pegado antes. Y yo nunca había tenido esos sentimientos encontrados: pena de mí misma, vergüenza y el corazón roto.

El instinto - Ashley Audrain