#stuck in the past :]

[saltair-and-webweaves]

Everybody moved on. I stayed there, dust collected on my pinned up hair.

@lilyflxwers/hold this - fortesa latifi/@trxuma-system/the good witch - maisie peters/@heavensghost/@archivedsmile/unknown/@lilyflxwers/@therezeegoes/right where you left me - taylor swift

[tjandersonart]

left behind

[howifeltabouthim]

This wasn't the future she'd dreamed of either. She'd wanted the old times back.

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[lons-world]

I'm still healing, and when I said I'm still healing I didn't mean healing from painful break ups. I am healing from mistakes I did in the past, from my family issues,friendship issues, from failing myself, from disappointments I received, from expectations I couldn't reach, from traumas I know I don't deserve. When I told you that I'm still healing, this is what I mean. It's not all about love. My soul is still learning to clap för the pieces of myself that nobody wants to clap for. I'm still on the process of figuring things out on my own. I'm still healing silently.

[unkn2theknwn]

Luke 5:39 - Stuck in Old Ways And no one after drinking old wine wants the new, for they say, ‘The old is better.'"

In this verse, Jesus is explaining why His disciples aren’t fasting like the Pharisees or John the Baptist’s followers. He uses a simple example: people prefer old wine over new, because it’s familiar. But He’s really making a deeper point. He didn’t come to patch up old religious rules. He came to bring something completely new.

The “old wine” represents old traditions and religious systems, and the “new wine” is the fresh, life-giving message of Jesus—the heart of the new covenant. It’s about grace, not rituals. Relationship, not just rules. But people often resist change, even when it’s good, because the old just feels safer.

This verse reminds us how easy it is to cling to what we know, even when God is inviting us into something better.

[kisses2xxx]

i find it so ironic that after a year, you contacted me first. it was something so insignificant, just a video from our past. and yet here i was antagonising having to be the first one to reach out between us. and no, we’re not fighting, we never were—but in my head, when i decided to ghost you last year, i knew i was better off than to keep hoping for something i wasn’t even sure i want. i did it for me and i never regretted it even though sometimes i’d wonder if you wish you did more than this, try more than me.

— anyways it doesn’t matter now that a year has gone by. without you, i let myself grow into someone better. i’ve found many people who are better, and i’m more sure now than ever that i deserve someone better. thank you for reaching out to me first, even if it was over something so insignificant, i guess it won’t hurt to send you a message in reply after all.

marina grace

[m4chineg1rl]

Alternative subcultures and all are really cool, I love emo, scene, goth and everything else, I love the music, the style and what they stand for, but even though I love to use #scene and #emo and all that, I like to dress emo/scene, and I like to listen to some of the songs, I actually don't think I fit into ANY subculture, I don't feel emo enough, I don't feel scene enough, everyone else is doing it much better than me anyway, I just want to give off the vibe of someone who's stuck in the past, which I think works really well, I often get told that I'm old school, and yeah... I guess that's kind of a vent?

[rain-rainynights-side]

in the haunted recesses of my mind, there you lay frozen in time- immobile as i last saw you and how you will forever remain

[chisaharu-chiha]

After my vivid nightmares, song came to mind. It's been living rent free in my head for days now. Feels like it fits my vivid nightmares well.

[onemorebeforeigo]

Derealization has got me feeling like a large mythological forest creature caged in a small white sterile room.

The whites are blindingly bright, like I’m staring into the sun. The corners are sharp and unnatural, it’s not safe. The walls are surrounding me, keeping me in place against my own will. The narrowness is suffocating and so is the fear it brings. Moments ago I was comfortable in a known place, now everything feels like a trap I fell into

[howifeltabouthim]

He'd spent an awful lot of time dwelling on the past, old hurts, old sins, but it was all in vain. There was no undoing them . . .

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[decrepitluvr]

☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔…‧₊˚

𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒~

⨢ 𝑀𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝑜𝓋𝑒

⨢ 𝐼’𝓂 𝟣𝟪

⨢ 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃

⨢ 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸, 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓈/𝓉𝓋 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝓈

⪿𝐿𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓈⫀

𝒫𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉~

𝒞𝓁𝑜𝒸𝓀 𝒶𝓅𝓅~

𝒩𝑜𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑔𝒾𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉~

𝑀𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓎𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉~

☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥ ☥

[chaoticstudentpizzahero]

Oh how I wish I could just show this page to you

[the-dirt-eater]

been listening to this over and over

Stuck in the past

Where I'll be pulling that lever

It happens so fast

And then it happens forever

[vain-creature]

Glorifying the past that will never return all by yourself handsome?

[akirakirxaa]

FFXIVWrite Prompt 21: Grave

Rating: M

Word Count: 697

Warnings: Suicidal ideation, Suicide attempt, Blood

Summary: Akira stopped the Final Days, but is stranded in the past, with no way back to her future or her friends. For saving the star and averting disaster, the Convocation has done their best to make her feel welcome, but Akira can't help but feel empty inside. [Time travel AU? Not really sure what to call this AU. Same universe as Prompt 1 but it's not necessary to read that one to understand this one.]

Master Post

Akira sat in the dark room, not bothering to turn on the lights. The walls were bare, the windows just as decorative as every other room in the capitol building. There were a few small furnishings, nothing beyond the necessary. A small bed in one corner, a table and chair, and…that was it. Akira waved off the concerns of grateful Words that insisted they would be happy to make anything she needed or desired to make her comfortable. She needed to think about what she would need, she claimed. Maybe sleep on it. Not a soul on the convocation protested Elidibus’ decision to allow her to stay until they found her more permanent lodgings. Akira should be grateful for such generosity.

It was a shame it was going to go to waste.

Akira stared at her greatsword in the dark, the purple crystals a memorial to a future that now would never be. A blow that would never need be struck, least of all by her. It would be only fitting for her final breaths to be taken by these crystals, when their creator had been felled by her in his attempt to strike her down.

“Maybe your future still exists in a parallel dimension,” Azem had said encouragingly when she’d faced a room entirely devoid of the portal that had brought her to the past. “We’ll research it. Surely we can find you a way back to help your friends!”

Azem — Persephone, she reminded herself — was so optimistic, but the grave faces of other convocation members at her back told Akira what she needed to know. None of them would risk experimenting with time when they only just barely escaped disaster. Elidibus — or Themis, as she’d learned his name was — had insisted that they would do everything possible to make her feel welcome, and so far he was delivering, but…

Akira could not stop thinking about her dearest friends. The ones she’d completely erased from existence. And their loved ones. Their friends. People she never met and now never would. Places she would never see. An emptiness yawned wide inside her soul like a grave, ready to devour her whole.

She flipped the sword, nearly as long as she was tall, and braced the handle against the floor. Akira remembered Hythlodaeus telling her about how the ancients chose when to die, returning to the star when their purpose was complete. Was hers not complete? She stopped the Final Days and erased the world she loved in the process. What was her soul but a reminder of the disaster so barely averted? Everyone would be better rid of it. Would her soul even be able to join the Lifestream in this time, torn and damaged as it was?

She gripped the blade of the sword and angled it towards her chest, hands bloody as she clenched them around the sharpened edge. The amethyst glow seemed to brighten in the dark. All she would have to do was lean forward.

A knock at the door. Akira ignored it, glaring at the blade as she gathered her courage. Another knock, and she bit her lip, breathing heavy as she tried, tried to throw herself upon the sword, but continued to just stand there, hands tight on the crystal and blood dripping down.

“Akira? Sorry to barge in but I wanted to see how you were— Akira!” Hythlodaeus hesitantly pushed open the door that she’d foolishly forgotten to lock, only to push it out of the way as he hurried to her side, knocking the blade from her hand where it clunked heavily to the floor. He pulled her close as the emotions that she’d so stalwartly hidden just beneath the surface since realizing she had no way home cascaded down her face and into his robe.

“Why?” he asked, voice shocked. Akira struggled for breath.

“You said that… that once your purpose is done, you return to the star… That it was beautiful…” she choked out between sobs. He clutched her tighter, and they sank to the floor as he gently rocked her back and forth.

“Not like this,” he murmured quietly into her hair. “Never like this.”