On A Retro Drive

write that on papel, take that photo, classiclit, origianl poetry and short stories. Fyodor Dostoevsky fav writer. Taz /26/Bi/austim

[holboldoart]

The Crow Beneath the Ancient Arch

Hey I should probably actually post here more, huh??

[zegalba]

sinister ladies illustrated by Yoshitaka Amano

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

One day I will stop falling in love with you. Until I do, I'll be thinking of you.

k.b. // laufey, philharmonia orchestra - let you break my heart again

[tazzx]

Added another shelf to my little library 🖤

[lipikkawrites]

Time does not heal your grief, it teaches you to how to wear it.

-@lipikkawrites

[katarinastudies]

08/03/2024

last-minute studying & current home office setup

[anelaxoxo]

@anelaxoxo

"And you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine."

Mary oliver, from Evidence :poems, "when i am among the trees"

[academic-vampire]

𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊’𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖕𝖔𝖊𝖙𝖘

[zegalba]

Hanoi fruit ladies

[academia-lucifer]

@academia-lucifer

[humorblr]

[tazzx]

Original poem~)

“Cursed name”

See here; for i am walking on two paths, painful roads, floated rivers.

God forbid you curse my name, rather be physically tortured.

Limps by limps, leave me in chains until my very soul is worn; until the light has left my brow.

Cry i will, weep i must. My tears will wet the soil at my feet before the blank of death can reach.

Dear do not curse my name. Spare me the anguish of the raving, dying victim.

Cursed, degraded, humiliated.

Do not curse my name for it wakes the memories, lets scenes return.

My haughty heart will mourn.

God forbid my cursed name in your golden days.

Leave my soul free from fear, leave me a dying victim.

For the memories do not sleep, my dear, they reveal.

[tastehisheart]

🪦

[coquettemeth]

people are strange

[tazzx]

(Note to my Psychologist)

~ Saturdays~

Today is Saturday. Saturdays are one of the hardest days I have out of the week.

I feel extremely isolated from everyone, but not just anyone; myself. Saturdays where the streets aren't busy with traffic allowing the flow of thoughts to travel on different intervals.

Saturdays like to remain me over my loneliness. Saturdays likes for me to find ways to punish myself. Not just in a mental way, but physically. Saturday's tries make me hurt myself. It's easier to have physical pain than emotional. Saturday isn't like other Saturday's whom those who's health is enough log for the weekends on the weekdays. My Saturday are loud

But not in a rhetorical way, but of the metaphor version of my inner self. I am lonely... Lonely isn't exactly the wording I would like to use for this is more than loneliness; not easy to describe. This is torture, now that wording seems more adequate, yet not the right feel for my Saturdays.

Saturdays remind me how tired I am of myself, how tired I am to be alive, yet how afraid I am to simply just die...

I am sitting at my desk writing this silly little note on my silly little journal. Most probably I won't even show you. For if there is one thing you should of me.

I like to not say my complete version of my sentiments nor emotions.

You see as a child my voice was never heard. As an adult I've learn to half true.

I am tired of life. I am tired of feeling for half of what I feel is painful.

My brain didn't came wired with a shut down bottom for even at night I would and will cry myself to sleep. You see is the only way I've given in. The way to exhaust myself, mental and physically.

My body has no more option bottoms, no more pop up windows on its computer screen. There is no more reason to stay on. I've run out of battery to a critical 5%.

This is my melatonin...

Maybe I am depressed or maybe it is just...

Saturday

(note: I don't mind if you repost. Is ok I think a lot of us feel this way. I can't for say it will be ok. For I don't know if I will ever see the "ok" everyone talks about. But alone you are not)

[justafeeling-deactivated2024050]

the heart knows

[tazzx]

In the grooves of my silly little brain.

Handwriting reveal.

Is so sloppy. I don't know how y'all have such straight, easy, organized handwritings. While mine starts decent until one minute passes and it's all gone from English to an unknown language 🫠