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[mentallydeadartist2]

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[thepersonalwords]

May my children follow their own intuition to discover true empowerment - in the answers they seek.

Eleesha, The Soulful Pathway to Fatherhood: Soulfully Empowering Your Life's Journey & Purpose as a Father Through Positive Inspiration

[trinalwilliams]

Love whispers…

I say unto you

Find a love

be adventurous

Don’t sell yourself short

You’re amazing

One of the kindest souls, I know

I am honored you have chose me

As your guide

I will protect your heart on this next part of your journey

So hang on tight, we’re taking flight

Timeless

Remember

Timeless

Life in your heart

Passion in your soul

It takes an angel

To help you flow

Archangel, Romeo

Tlw

[connectingwithsoul]

When someone needs you, there's desperation in their eyes when they look at you. You feel heavy, unknown and suffocated. When someone loves you, there's light in their eyes when they witness you. You feel uplifted, seen and free. @connectingwithsoul

[verysoggypants]

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(the channel mascot of spilled ink)

Just had to draw the guy

[thetypewriterdaily]

🔮channeled message from my crystal ball: your story can be someone else’s hope. hearing it can inspire others to make changes or write their own. share you story 📖🖋️✨

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[dontforgetaboutgeorgie]

Playing God

I trace my nails over your skin and raise goosebumps like mountain ridges. Sweat is pooling like darling woodland ponds wherever I linger. I cross your gentle giant jungle; soft moss is my bed while I look out over your peaceful grassy plains. - I spy a holy bramble shrub, it's protecting a spring turned waterfall Your tender sighs sound with divinity between the cave of your lips, the echo of something ancient breaks loose. And if I do my job, as entrusted, the everdeep dark oceans of your eyes will reward me with bursting rivers. - I'll lap them up with neverending gratitude Your shape, it quivers, rumbling all your bits and parts, laying them newly - even more beautifully - to rest. Hot blood rushes fast beneath your skin; it's your melted pain and sorrow. - dare I let it erupt, I'll be tender, I'll be your nurture, I'll wash the hurt right off With your every curve and point, edge and tip, whether soft or hard, wet or dry, warm or cold, lively or still; I am devoted You are my world. You are my mother earth.

- G.I.

[toastycatt]

🌻Howdy doodle do!🌻

-Name: Catt :]

-Pronouns: She/her

-Age: Late twenties

-Interests: Doodling, video games, anime/cartoons, reading, dnd, witchcraft, and more.

-This blog: Heya, this is more of an artsy blog with possibly the occasional fandom interest mixed in! I am a self taught artist and I'm not very skilled yet, but we'll get there! :] I am going to try to be brave and sometimes post the doodles I make...emphasis on try. This is technically a side blog for me so it most likely won't be updated that often. My main is @catt-crossing :D

P.S. Desktop users! If you feel so inclined, maybe check out my blog theme? It was made by @eggdesign and I think it looks quite cute!

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

It’s the little things. Well, in your eyes, they’re the little things, but to me, they mean so much. You came out to your parents, even though you say it wasn’t that hard and they were cool about it anyway. You went to therapy — begrudgingly, because you haven’t had a good experience with it in the past, but you powered through the struggle nonetheless, even if it’s just another boring Friday for you. You figured out how to paraphrase that explanation on your math homework, or passed that test, or did something, anything. And my heart rings out with four echoing words: I’m proud of you.

So, so proud of you. 

And maybe you wouldn’t get why. Maybe I just love the feeling of celebrating someone else. Maybe I just get excited too easily. Maybe I care too much. Maybe it’s annoying. Maybe I’m not used to hearing that praise from a friend, so I try shower it as much as I can on others because I know it hurts when you’re deprived of something like that. When you’re deprived of companionship. When you’re alone. When you haven’t had a single friend in years up until now and you’ve struggled for so long to open up to anyone else. 

Have I done anything special? Maybe. I don’t know. Probably not. You probably wouldn’t think I have. And maybe I’d think the same thing. Is there anything about me that I can be proud of? Is there anything you even like about me? Do I even matter? You have so many friends. Am I just another one to you, unlike how you’re everything to me? 

Maybe, at the end of the day, after all the banter and vulgar teasing and energetic moments, when I say “I’m proud of you” I don’t just mean that I’m proud of you. Maybe I’m also saying that I love you. And I know those three words are always associated with significant others, because society likes to prioritize the romantic over the platonic when both are valuable; blah blah blah; you’ve heard me rant about this before. But why can’t I reclaim it anyway? Why can’t I tell my friends that I love them?

But even if it was normalized, maybe it’ll still be weird to you anyway. Maybe you’d brush it off, much like you do now. Maybe you’d cringe. Maybe you’d laugh. Maybe you’d never say it back. 

And maybe, just maybe, I’ll still sit in the corner, wondering the same thing over and over.  

Are you proud of me like I am of you?

Do you love me like I love you?

[wordsofaworld]

Life Is A Stage

Used to believe that I

Was a star upon a stage

The crowd before my eyes

The sun behind the skies

I dont understand

How time has passed my friend

Lost that spark

Lost that smile

Can no longer run the mile

I used to feel so much

Being young was such a rush

Oh how I wish

I could just

Channel the energy

Create new lasting memories...

[daughterofcainandchaos]

when there's the notorious female rage boiling from inside of my body & soul, i'm channeling all the oppresed women from history. i'm expressing not only mine, but mostly their pain & suffering, their ire that's so profound it transcends space and time. i allow myself to feel it as deeply as needed. i let it out. free a bit of it. the next bits will come next time

[thepersonalwords]

A new voyage of discovery - leading you, toward your very own brand of hidden treasure.

Eleesha, The Soul Whisperer : A Trilogy of Soul Awakening, Revelations & Insights

[pyrrhicallyspeaking]

Pisces, and They Who Pursued

Tiny little ships cresting along waters murky, crimson rivulets like ribbons wrapped around gifts of broken bodies, men

The golden eye of God sleeps behind curtains of weeping grey his holy angels trade trumpets for crashing cymbals and drums

Sea shanties drown in sailors' salted throats shut tighter than white knuckles rubbed raw on rough ropes snapping

The virgin temptresses with emerald skin and ruby eyes gold breasts and copper lips cast nets over lust and greed

Calloused hands and sunburnt skin, tangled braids and scratchy beards, wizened men and bloodshot eyes pay their currency in words

Barking and braying and bleating wilde-children of a prideful land what are fangs if not their own what is hunting if not their sport

Tiny little shipmen sinking, their teeth ripped out, their larynxes expelled the song of the sea, to never touch a siren's hand with a tallowed grip

[1introvertedsage]

Reis

Create the World Whispers the Girl Lodged in the Rock before Time.

Go back to the Curl The Beginner of Worlds A Journey  Into the Mind.

Fate knows Who Unmistakably True The One Is in tune with the chimes.

Carry your Sword Mission of Words Knowing  The ring rides the rhyme.

No need to steal It's real what you feel Let's hear it Come stand in line.

Covered in dirt Show where it hurts A Serpent that knows how to climb.

Now you are free You're the World You're the Sea Dive Into the deep Sublime.

Meeting the Girl Beginner of Worlds Holding the Rock of your Time.

Do your ting Let your Heart Sing Revealing  What's been on your Mind. 

A song that rings True The Words within You The One Still tuning the chimes. 

The Hearts will know What's familiar Will grow Carry the tune of the Rhyme.

Worth more than Gold And the Souls that they sold Charlatans  Flock to the line. 

Fountain of Youth Moment of Truth How deep in the Cave Will you climb.

Willing to learn Evil to burn Surrounded  By Pure Sublime. 

~Osian~

[dorannieto]

Someone asked me today, what is the thing I am most afraid of people finding out about me ?

My response:

That I am not as smart as they think

I fear people will see that I am simply clever and quick, no genius, no magic crystal ball.

I am just me

And honestly, I don’t wish to hide -

My decisions and all of my choices 

Have made me the person that I am today.

On the contrary, I want everyone to unveil me-

Reveal who I truly am,

To themselves, of course!

Because I already know who I am

I am smart, where it counts, and when it counts

And I’m always paying attention-

And attention pays me…..

Pays me well!

I am capable of anything and everything

I have bled for this life

And I will continue to bleed and sacrifice

Whatever I need in order to survive!

D.N

[my-youngworld88]

Winter: Video Poetry Edit

“Winter: Video Poetry Edit” By Janeen G.

“Winter” By Janeen G. Words By Janeen G. ✨🌹✨ Feel and Follow the Words From The Author and Poet of Janeen G. Instagram: @wordsbyjaneeng Twitter: @wordsbyjaneeng Facebook: Facebook.com/janeenmg25 Tumblr: @my-youngworld88 TikTok: @janeenmg25 YouTube Channel: @The.Escape.JaneenG.Channel Medium: janeeng25.medium.com Wattpad Page: wattpad.com/janeenmg25