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[byoldervine]

Writers, describe one of your characters and I’ll tell you what shenanigans they’d get into with one of my characters :)

[thevesselnoneternal]

A bowl of fruit

Not bad, right?

Until your left with half a bowl

Cant eat

Too full

Two parts of you rise

The one that you were raided with

It yells “you better eat the rest of it. All of it.”

Even though you know your stomach will bulge and you will not feel good. You will be uncomfortable.

The other part that you have taught yourself

It says “eat what you can, if you cant eat the rest, throw it in the fridge”

But it’s FRUIT.

It’ll rot

Go bad

You won’t eat it if it goes bad

So what do you do? Just eat the bananas so it dosnt rot as bad? Eat the whole thing and feel horrible? Throw it all away and waste the money spent?

It’s just a bowl of fruit

But it’s more than that

It’s a matter of money and privilege

Do I have the money to spare? The privilege to throw out fresh fruit when little have it? Strawberries, blueberries, bananas, it’s all so expensive

It’s just a bowl of fruit

I look back to being forced to sit at the dining room table with a half eaten plate of food. I’m full. I’m not hungry. I’m too full. Your parent says eat.

I look to now, caring about my body, trying not to over eat, listening to my body

I look at my parents talking about money problems

It’s just a bowl of fruit

A convoluted bowl of expensive precious fruit

[thevesselnoneternal]

I wish I had listened

Years ago, when I was at one of my worsts

People told me to go to the gym

People told me to keep a sleep schedule

People told me to eat

And I didn’t

I avoided doing anything in gym class

I stayed up all night

I wouldn’t eat dinner

And I felt like shit

Forgetting to shower for 5 days

Feeling pretty bad about myself

Hating the way I looked

The way I felt

And recently…

I started to listen to the advice

I feel so much better

I’m going to the gym semi-consistently

My friend and I talk while we go, and we do what feels good for the day

I’m eating all three meals plus snacks

It’s not healthy but it’s better than not eating at all

And i sleep at 11pm, wake up at 8am, my day truly starts at 11am.

It’s great during the summer

Sometimes I don’t remember to shower or brush my teeth

But at least I don’t hate myself

That’s the bare minimum I’ve set for myself

It’s the body I have to live in for the rest of my life

Might as well do what I can to enjoy it

[thevesselnoneternal]

The importance of time and to take it slow

Today I made bread for the first time

It took so long

I woke up at 7, started working on it at 10

I made the dough, waited, by the time I had to let it rise it was 12

I went to the mall to return jeans and get new ones and to walk around

I got back at 2

I work tirelessly on figuring out how the hell to make this bread

The recipie says bake for 30 minutes

I take an hour

The bread fights me and rejects the cheese I add

I douse it in seasoned butter trying to get it to brown

It refuses

By the time I’m done with this bread it is 6

I make fettuccine Alfredo

It’s 7

By the time I sit down to eat I can’t

I’m nauseous

I drink my water and lay down, not able to enjoy the fruits of my labor

I realize what I had done all day

I made bread, returned pants, and made pasta

All day

I accomplished three things and it took me

All

Day

I look at it and appreciate that I can do that.

That I took one day and spent it learning a new skill

That I took all of today to bake bread, make pasta, and run an errand

I need to take my time and waste it, not by scrolling, but by doing things I never would do

Redecorate my room, go through all my clothing, paint, make music, make bread, make a soup, learn how to handle clay, learn color theory

Do something

To waste the time you have doing something new

Or just take a nap

That works too

[thevesselnoneternal]

“I come home smelling like broken dreams and summer heat”

Something I wrote a few years back.

Just that one quote.

I didn’t know what it meant then, but it felt right.

I had no dreams that broke

The heat just made me sweat.

So what, was I just the melancholy writer in middle school who thought they knew better?

Yeah, probably.

But even now, as a soon to be junior in highschool I still think it means something.

“I come home smelling like broken dreams and summer heat”

I come home after a long day of school, so so tired of the algebra that I sucked at, the gym class I hated, and then when I get on the bus I realize my headphones are dead.

I spent all of algebra using the dry erase markers to draw on my desk instead of doing the homework. I have no clue whats going on in that class.

In gym I did practically nothing, and my gym shirt smelled so so bad. I stole a friends spray deodorant and made a dust cloud that smelled like “fresh cucumber”

It’s 90° on a Tuesday and all I want is to go home and talk to my online friends.

“I come home smelling like broken dreams and summer heat”

I walk off the bus at my stop, which, arguably, is way too far away from my house when there is a stop that is SO much closer.

I always thought about how I should be at that stop on my way home. I hated walking up that hill and back down it to get home.

I’m sweating like a pig by the time I get to my front door, my previously green tank top turning a new shade of puke from the sweat.

I type,

“I come home smelling like broken dreams and summer heat”

I open the front door, go to my room, I lay in my bed and cry.

[thevesselnoneternal]

Hello and welcome!

My name is Vixen, I am AFAB and trans (he/him)

I have another blog (@thevesseleternal) and it contains gory and nsfw writing

I am 16, I love all things music and all things art

I am an artist myself, I draw traditional object heads- and yes I am on artfight as VesselEternal

I love the asthetics of blood, electronic gore, celestial bodies, whimsy goth, and much nore

This blog is for the writers, scared teens, romantics, over thinkers, the queer, and the lost

I take all asks, wether it be about my writing, my life, life advice, or just to show off something cool you made/did!

Enjoy

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[thevesselnoneternal]

Everyone wants to be seen

Realize it or not, this is the carnal truth.

Everyone wants to be seen by someone

Eventually, you wish for closeness, for love of any kind.

Familial, romantic, platonic, everyone wants some intimacy.

It can’t be said as easily as that, it’s more complex

You want someone to understand you inside and out, to know what you need without a word spoken. To be able to cry without a reason, to be able to say what’s wrong and have nothing said back but “come here” and to be held.

To have someone who can be there in a moments notice. A phone call at 4am and be there within twenty minutes with all the love and support one can offer.

To be seen is to be loved, and everyone wants to be seen