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Do you believe in Astrologie and Zodiac signs or numerology? A master physic or whatever she drew a sketch of my soulmate and told me that it's someone I met already or will meet soon. Wow, and it's amazing because I think I have seen his photo and heard his voice. What do you guys think? What are your beliefs? Have you experienced anything from the pagan or occult world? I'm fascinated and curious about anything spiritual, but I also believe in God I feel mixed up sometimes.
I'm going to research more about astrology as I am wondering if it really could be a thing, for real or is it all bunk fantasy?
#mediums#spiritual awakening#astrology#zodiac#soulmate#destiny#sketch#photo#what do you think#numerology
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Here is a story about a mother's grief over her daughter's passing:
Three Years Like Yesterday
The sun had long set, but the darkness that enveloped Emily's heart refused to lift. Three years had passed since the devastating day when her beloved daughter, Lily, had been taken from her, but the pain felt as raw and all-consuming as it had the moment she learned of the tragic accident.
Emily stared blankly out the kitchen window, the half-empty glass of wine in her hand growing warm as the minutes ticked by. She had tried, oh how she had tried, to move forward, to find a way to live with the gaping hole in her life. But the grief, it never truly left. It lingered, a heavy, oppressive fog that clouded her every waking moment.
She could still see Lily's bright, infectious smile, hear the lilting sound of her laughter that had once filled their home. Emily had clung to those precious memories, replaying them over and over, as if somehow they could bring her daughter back. But no matter how hard she tried, Lily remained stubbornly, painfully absent.
Three years had passed, and yet it felt as if it had all happened just yesterday. The knock on the door, the somber faces of the police officers, the devastating news that her little girl was gone - it all rushed back with a visceral intensity that left Emily breathless. The anguish, the disbelief, the all-consuming sorrow, it had threatened to swallow her whole.
And now, here she was, still struggling to make sense of a world without Lily. The future she had envisioned, the milestones they would have shared, all of it had been cruelly snatched away. Emily's heart ached with the weight of the life she had lost, the dreams that had been shattered.
She took a long, shaky sip of the wine, hoping to numb the pain, if even for a moment. But the grief was unyielding, a constant companion that refused to be silenced. Emily knew, deep down, that the healing would be a lifelong journey, a battle fought one painful day at a time.
Yet, even in the darkest of her moments, a glimmer of hope remained. Lily's memory lived on, a beacon that guided Emily through the shadows. She would carry her daughter's spirit within her, cherishing the time they had shared, and finding the strength to honor Lily's memory by living each day to the fullest.
The road ahead was uncertain, but Emily knew she had to keep moving forward, one step at a time. For Lily's sake, and for her own, she would find a way to navigate this unfathomable grief, to embrace the light even in the midst of the deepest darkness.
(This story is similar to my own real-life story)
#grief#thought daughter#story of loss#a mother#pain#emotional#death#loss#daughter#family#orginal story#depression#feelings#acknowledgment#lasting#SoundCloud
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Hello
Version 6.0
Introductions are stupid.
Hello. How goes it? My name's Chris or a thousand nicknames. I'm a 36 year-old male (most of the time.) I still dress like I did in high school. Call it a Goth/Punk aesthetic.
I live in a small town of about 2000 people right in the center of the ever drunken state of Wisconsin. It's not even close to has fun as it sounds, and it didn't sound like much fun to begin with. Especially considering I'm going on three years sober.
For work, I am a kitchen manager/lead line at one place, and a line cook at another. I work seven days a week. I choose to do it. It gets me out of my house, gives me something to do, and forces me to be social. And I honestly, I really like what I do. I've been in the industry for 20ish years now, so I better like it.
Music is highly important to me and I don't go very long without hearing it someway. I listen to all music, and I'm not just saying that. If you go through my main daily playlist you'll find everything from Gwar to The Spice Girls to Zach Bryan to Mindless Self Indulgence. My favorite band of all time are The Descendents. Amigo The Devil is pretty much right up there too. But you should tell me your favorite song or one that means something to you. I'm always on the lookout for new songs to add to the playlist.
I am a major cinephile, especially 1980's horror, specifaclly slashers. And I love weird movies, art-house and the like. My favorite movie of all-time though is Tommy Wiseau's brilliant masterpiece "The Room." I am 100% serious. That movie was the best thing to ever be placed on film, and no one will ever able to top it.
My brain is a chemical imbalance. I'm medicated.
I am a raging cynic.
I am a recovering addict, long term. Almost 9 years
I am sober almost 3 years now.
I write more than any sane and healthy person should write, but I never claimed to be sane and I am not all that healthy. I try to post at least once a day, but some days I can hammer out 20 poems. The notes app on my phone is absolutely terrifying to look at. A thousand files all called "Untitled."
I don't write for anyone's approval. Not even my own. I do this because it is my healthy outlet. I do it because it's an addiction that isn't actively trying to kill me. I do it for my mental health. I do it to get things off my chest, and share my story in the hopes that it helps somebody out there. I do this to show that I'm reaching my hand out, and strangers or not, I'll always haven an ear to listen. I know what it's like to be completely surrounded by people and yet still feel so so alone.
Since I do write so much, what kind of topics can you find here? I'm pretty predictable when it comes down to it. So, all of this stuff:
The Girl with the Ocean Blue Eyes*, Kid*, The Broken Mirror Girl*, My Junkie Angel*, The Girl From California*, Vex*, love, lost lovers, hopelessness, isolation, solitude, drug addiction, alcoholism, depression, forgotten faces, mental illnesses, rage, hate, rejection, joy, insignificant moments, slices of life, laughter, beauty, Self and Self-reflection, self-hate, art, other writers, panic, infatuations, obsession, therapy, group homes, rehabs, jail, grace, nature, loss, hope, fear, grief, anguish, philosophy, anarchism, nihilism, religion, god, the devil, ugliness, politics, serial killers, cults, suicide, death, destruction, chaos, music, validation, closure, memory, enemies, friends, rock bottom, sex, violence, rock and roll, sin, self-exploration, bipolar disorder, schizoaffective disorder, pain, self destruction and so much more.
I will always love constructive criticism. But please, for the love of it all, don't just tell me I suck. Give me the reason why you think I suck. Help me get better at this. If you can't think of a reason why I suck, then kindly fuck off. Shut your food-hole and stop being a dick just to be a dick.
This is your trigger warning, a blanket sweep. If you read through the topics I write about, you probably already figured out some things can get a little dark. I make music as well as this writing gig. Go tell me how much I suck at it. Please?
I know about the typos. I am very aware. You don't need to tell me. I'm probably not going to fix them. Besides most of the time, you can figure out what I meant.
There's my bare bones. If for some godforsaken reason you'd like to know more or have any questions, don't hesitate to let me know. I may be really bad at the whole social skills thing, but I'm always happy to have a fifteen second conversations.
*NOT THEIR REAL NAMES
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what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?
would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?
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Thank you @elcron59 and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!
I am so Angry right now, I can't stand it. Trump and Vance virtually ganged up on President Zulinsky and embarrassed and berated him on TV and in front of millions of Americans and the world. Trump & Vance are despicable and the worst bullies I've ever seen
I hope Zulinsky finds other better Allies to help rebuild and stave off Russia , who, by the way, are the aggressor, and Putin is a bully also.
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I am so Angry right now, I can't stand it. Trump and Vance virtually ganged up on President Zulinsky and embarrassed and berated him on TV and in front of millions of Americans and the world. Trump & Vance are despicable and the worst bullies I've ever seen
I hope Zulinsky finds other better Allies to help rebuild and stave off Russia , who, by the way, are the aggressor, and Putin is a bully also.
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I added this song to give a little extra
Hope you like!

#Easter poems # Christ #Christian #
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#Easter poems # Christ #Christian #
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Summer, I would have an affair with you I’d run away with you Drive down to the harbor Grab your hand Start running And get on whichever ferry Came next
I think I see What others see in you, Summer, Your carefree breeze Mixed with your quick Hot temper Is admittedly alluring
Summer, You would tempt me by the beach Would we even make it Back to the motel? You’re hot and steamy Like the air Before the thunder cracks And I might need you Suddenly
I’ll kiss you On a private boat dock Out where the herons nest Where the cattails grow Where ducklings learn to swim Closer to the bay Where no one knows us
Did you know that you are of me, Summer? As the grass is of earth As limbs are of bodies But also As phases are of the moon And waves are of the sea
Summer, I would run away with you But just for a little while Please don’t call my name Or breathe love in my ear We can take your car With the windows rolled down But we wouldn’t last long Beyond the heat
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10 posts!
I'm enjoying Tumblr
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My new hobby. I'm enjoying doing it. I'm working right now on scene from London ,England. Wow! it is going to take a long while as it's quite detailed and fairly big also. I'll post it here when I finish it.




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