#draining

[brainspiraling]

Sometimes when people say they "can't give you what you need", they mean they won't— they don't care enough to.

[fucked-up-brain]

I just want peace in my life. Im sick of drama, fights, anger and hate. Ive already had enough of that in my life. But you cant escape it permanently if you dont want to live in complete isolation, right? Its just so damn draining...

[vintage-tigre]

[intomore]

"Svolte di Popolazio," 1956

In 1956, an extraordinary event took place in Venice, Italy, when the famous canals of the city were drained and cleaned for the first time in centuries. This remarkable undertaking was known as the "Svolte di Popolazio," or the People's Revolution, and it was a massive civic project aimed at improving the sanitation and infrastructure of Venice's historic waterways.

Over the centuries, the canals of Venice had accumulated layers of silt, debris, and waste, leading to unsanitary conditions and posing a threat to the city's architectural heritage. The decision to drain and clean the canals was made in an effort to address these issues, restore the waterways to their former glory, and preserve Venice's unique cultural and historical identity.

The draining and cleaning of the canals required meticulous planning, coordination, and labor-intensive work by a team of engineers, workers, and volunteers. Water was pumped out of the canals, revealing the muddy bottom and hidden treasures beneath the surface, such as lost artifacts, sunken boats, and centuries-old structures.

As the canals were emptied, the cleanup crews set to work removing tons of sediment, debris, and rubbish that had accumulated over the years. The process involved dredging, scrubbing, and excavating the canals to remove the layers of detritus and restore the waterways to their original depth and clarity.

The draining and cleaning of the canals was a monumental effort that captured the attention and admiration of Venetians and visitors alike. The project not only improved the sanitation and aesthetic appeal of the canals but also highlighted the importance of preserving Venice's unique heritage and architectural marvels for future generations to enjoy.

The event symbolized a sense of civic pride, community effort, and commitment to the preservation of Venice's cultural legacy. The draining and cleaning of the canals in 1956 remain a historic moment in the city's history, showcasing the resilience, ingenuity, and enduring beauty of Venice's iconic waterways.

[darkpoeticsoul]

People keep pushing all my buttons… I’m so tired.

[mortallypurpleshark]

sign those damn papers

Love is the blue of the night before you get your divorce. Love is the porch light left on long past midnight Love is the sleepless nights listening for the mailman. Love is the ache in your bones as you sign the papers. Love is the urge to set them on fire. Love is the quiet clinging to the possibility that this is all a dream and you are still happily married

[fawnsantlers]

CRIMSON FUR

TW: Bl00d, D3ath, Gore description

There I saw it. The most magnificent creature of all. Antlers as big as the sky, reaching the leafs on the highest of the trees.

At first it started as a simple admiration. I'd follow it through the biggest of forests. I didn't know who she was, yet I followed, and I trusted her knowing I wouldn't get lost in the forests I've never roamed through before.

Oh, she was amazing. I didn't know why. I didn't know much about her. But I learned, slowly, steadily.

Soon after I reached her. I made my presence be known. She was so mesmerizing. I instantly wrapped my arms around her long beautiful neck. Her fur gave my skin the warmth I always craved. I clinged harder and harder.

I couldn't let go. How could I? After finding this fulfilling feeling, why would I ever let go off of her?

She said it was her time to go and as much as I understood I think it was time for me to put myself first. I climbed onto her back, entangled with her brown fur and beautiful antlers. I laid down and there it was.

Peace, relaxation. I've found what I've been searching for my whole life. Someone to take care of, someone to love, someone to admire.

I was bursting with feelings, so many of them. She's my dream, something I've always wanted to have, and I'll make sure I have.

With days passing she continued her usual routine, only now I was with her every step.

I occasionally sang to her, told her how amazing she is. Whenever she'd feel sad I'd make sure to wrap my hand around her neck and comfort her as best as I could.

She was so, so broken, something I haven't seen before but I didn't mind. It made me feel thrilled honestly. Finally a way to show her my undying love, somehow I can make her feel loved and not alone. I was good at this and I wanted to show her, to make her feel better.

Oh, how I loved my antlered doe. She was unique, so different from every other deer I've met. With each day her differences translated to different signs.

I've noticed her steps getting weaker and weaker. Her antlers dragging the ground behind her. Was my love not enough? Why was she feeling like this? I thought I was good at this. I thought I could make her feel better. I clinged even harder.

No matter how much I tried, I could feel her slipping away until one day she knelt down and fell to the ground. I instantly went around her neck. Instead of crying I giggled. I don't know why. I didn't want both of us to be vulnerable and sad.

I hugged her tighter. I hugged her so hard. She was everything I've ever wanted. She's the one for me. My soulmate. My everything.

My thoughts corrupted me. I couldn't see clearly. I could just feel the passion and love burning my chest alive. I didn't realize that I was the one hurting her.

I squeezed tighter and tighter. My nails dug deeper into her skin without my realization. I just wanted her to feel my love. I wanted to carve my love into her beautiful fur and skin. My grip didn't stop there. I kept digging, hugging her tighter. I could hear her silent cries, maybe a sign that she's finally getting it. I didn't understand her. We didn't speak the same language. My hands dug deeper. Slowly trying to retrace them back to me I forgot to let go. I couldn't take it anymore. I tore her apart. Her chest. Her neck. I couldn't stop smiling. I couldn't stop the burning in my chest. I couldn't help but tear her apart. More and more.

She didn't move. She endured it all. Why? We don't even know each other. All I've known is the feeling in my chest.

She let out her final breath.

The view in front of me was saddening and thrilling. Remains of my love all over my hands, stained red. I stood frozen, realization sinking in. She wasn't breathing. Someone so full of life, was missing that fact about themselves. Seeing her like this, I should have left. But her presence pulled me in even more. My mind executed any thoughts of leaving. The view in front of me was oddly beautiful, the way her eyes were opened, mouth slightly apart as the crimson trail of my love decorated her brown fur. I knelt beside her and leaned onto her now cold corpse. The warmth that once hugged me was replaced by the coldness of my raging love that has just begun.

[doomscroll-zine]

Doomscroll Issue 2 is out now!

Doomscroll Issue #2 is for sale online now here, and at Garm Depot in Bournemouth Arcade, Rose Red Records in Boscombe's Royal Arcade, and at Moose Skate Shop on Boscombe High Street. It features urbex photography from a river running under the streets of Poole, a summer foraging guide, a new take on the tragedy of the commons, an interview with a street artist, sewage protest coverage, an essay on life with complex mental health, along with music, art, and a lot more!

[bows4st3ph]

#GET A LIFE!!!

When i tell you i'm going absolutely MENTAL sitting here and pretending i'm okay being "friends" with this girl. Don't get me wrong i LOVE being a hater, SOMETIMES. But she is just hating 24/7 and it's mentally draining. Get a job, get a life and find something better to do with yourself!!!

[mr-ray-roman]

Money is always the magic word.

You love giving away your money to me.

You love knowing that you're paying for all my bad habits. All my meals. All my gasoline. And this damn phone bill that lets you beg to me. Cause you love knowing I just might look at you if you pay enough. And that's all you need, really. You don't even deserve the glance, though.

Pathetic.

You know what to do, piggy.

Cashapp: $misterrayroman

[max-headroomfiles]

"Are you okay?" No because I will never feel comfortable in this fandom ever again.

[massacrrgrrl]

Literature For Dummies.  

Am I underdressed for this exile of my existence

Carved into warrant just because I did something

Let alone, left alone. You have no place or no space

In your heart to turn announcement to an awful displacement

Creating reckless decisions to figure out how id get here

Kismet of a final form, knocking on my door

Nobody's home, you've returned way to many times

To claim this as your shelter

Promise consistency 

Or farewell to freedom

[kassidyin]

School…school… why would school start again…

[butmomimarockstar]

everything.

[111lustforlife]

don't find yourself stuck with an insecure person. they WILL drain you out.