New tattoo 🖤
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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New tattoo 🖤
black is a comfort color in the same way that the darkness feels like a big soft blanket
🖤 When you need a bookmark, but your soul demands it be coffin-shaped. Just dabbling in some watercolor. RIP to any useful bookmarks I previously owned. ⚰️
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I feel as if every time we disagree, it's a victory for you to claim. Here I remain, attempting to ease the ache in my chest by pouring my very essence out through my words—willing you to see that I speak not for triumph, but for emotional compromise. No matter the volume of our voices, I am drowning in the absence of your understanding.
Give me a sign—just one shadow of recognition—that you see me, that your soul stirs, even faintly, to acknowledge my presence. Tell me you can see where I’m coming from, that you can see me at all.
But you always leave me alone... struggling to regain control of my breath, fighting the pain that coils in my chest. You leave with a win for you and a dismissal for me. And still I remain, begging for your understanding. You don’t—and deep within the hollow of my chest, I know you never will."
I ventured into the wild today. 🖤
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I find myself wondering what its like to simply be. To be able to sit with one's thoughts without panic, dread, or terror. To be content and calm in a room filled with people. To be stronger than unwanted thoughts. To be 'normal,' as everyone around me seems to be. To be less aware, because I am so vastly aware-aware of myself, and intensely aware of you.
“I only trust the hearts that are dark and speak with their silence.”
— Anna de Noailles, tr. by Jethro Bithell, from Poems; “A Heart Made Of Moss,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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This is going to cut deep