#thoughts on paper

[satzy]

Just putting it on paper. What else is there to do?

[katherine-ophelia]

I bathe in the sun light because it reminds me of the chilly nights where we would cuddle under the blankets—ever since you left, I can seem to replicate that warmth; no amount of blankets or hot chocolate could warm me up the way you could.

[herheavyheart]

i read that love given is never lost for it always comes back in the shape of a hobby, a song or even a different person. i fear i have loved you too much, so much that after you i started painting and crocheting and journaling and cooking and drawing and maybe i loved you unsteadily

[icyspikes]

Revival

Time stands still

There is not a single whisper or rustle

And yet a blurry flash of colours

There is movement

Everywhere around but not within

Each step as heavy as the earth

We all need to die once to burn bright

Just like the stars

We all need to die once to be free

Just like the wind

We all need to burn to nothing to start moving

Just like the universe

Weary and depleted of wonder

We all need to die once

To become a child

And then

Maybe we can be alive

Once more

[idkitsjustmeandmyself]

currently dealing with the fact that loving too much also means grieving too much when they pass away. im just having a lot of mixed feelings lately. i tried so hard to get to where i am now, to see love in all things and to love all things. i’ve said before that i never imagined being able to love so many people so much and it’s true and i am grateful for it every day. but i’m coming to realize that there’s another side to that. what happens when those you love leave? when they die? you don’t stop loving them, the love grows and morphs into grief and similar to how i’ve never felt love like this before i’ve never felt grief like this before. i keep waiting for it to pass like everything else does, like the grief i’ve felt before did. but still every morning i wake up and it’s the first thing i think about, it’s the last thing i think before falling asleep and sometimes it creeps up on me in the middle of the day when i’m outside and smiling and laughing with friends. maybe i’m just impatient, expecting things to change too quickly, but i’m tired of this feeling, it’s exhausting

[crazycatsiren]

I was born to fight, and fight I will. I will be the she-wolf whom you can't hide from, the queen militant who haunts your dreams. You will rue the day you crossed me, you will never live down the moment you provoked me. I will be the last thing in this world you will ever forget, and trust me, you have only yourself to blame.

[mournful-morticianxx]

Idk what to call this but…

In the excitement I lost myself

and the regret still ceases to grow

despite the contamination you caused

The hope sprouts through the cracks

in the part of my brain

that knows better than to yearn

for a melody to a song

that won’t ever be written.

[an-idiot-in-shambles-rambles]

7. Sinking

It grips, and grips hard - I feel it in my toes It crawls, it creeps, it climbs up my bones It pinches my spine, it gives me shivers It rises up like goosebumps, but it stays forever

It doesn't let go, I can't shake it off I feel it in my every pulse as it throbs (It takes hold in my blood) It crushes my lungs, it chokes up my breaths Cold fire in my heart - neither alive nor dead

This terrible in-between, and I'm a puppet on strings I take my actions, but they're practiced swings Of someone not me - I don't get to be in the plays I'm my own audience of my own fate

It's an illusion of control - it's disheartening It's building hope only to bring it down shattering A slap in the face for trying more than I've been told For speaking up, acting out - for being too bold

My strength, my fight all slowly fading out All my conviction replaced with doubt It's trying to break me down - it's succeeding I'm battered, bruised, and bleeding

I'm so close to giving up, it will be easy Close my eyes, pretend it's all right, all breezy Lay down, breathe light - I'll just rest a while Why fight, why strive it's all futile

[moss-milk]

I’ve searched for you in every crack of the earth

I’ve searched for you in every corner of the world

I’ve searched for you

I found you -

[theproblemsofdonhi]

Big Luffy finds a weird looking cat.

[corpseprince]

we should talk more about cities that are vampires. cities that are cold and wet and sink into your bones and stay there. cities that are hungry and want to live. dead cities that dont know they're dead and suck the life force of their people to maintain the delusion. cities with harbors that are actually mouths; one-way entries. cities that are devastatingly lonely and see consumption as love

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

imagine getting twenty four hours of a fraction of a taste of what marginalized bloggers on this fucking site have been told "doesn't break TOS" for the past 15 years and deciding to openly threaten to just nuke the entire website lmfao

[read7sai]

You know the fanfictions with the Schedule Update alway bring me the most joy- not cause i bookmarked it, but because i Reconized it !

Not trying to make a jab at anyone who updates after a year; but shoot remembering is how i express love and someone remembering to update on something brings me Joy!

Even little story which i follow just for a Gap year, when updated make me so happy someone else cares for a fandom. (Now this is a Jab be Mad)

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

There is something I absolutely loathe about fashion content on the whole.

"What is your color season? Buy a whole new wardrobe." - I assure you that I am not throwing out perfectly good things I already have.

"Find your aesthetic and build a whole wardrobe around it" - again, this involves getting rid of things and buying new ones.

"Instead of buying this sweater, buy one that is pure wool." - I have news for you about how affordable pure wool is.

"Just go thrifting!" - Thrifting is not the gold mine that people seem to think it is. A lot of influencers are getting lucky because they live in cities where there is a relatively high turnover of stock at the thrift store. My average thrift store visit ends with me buying one or two things that 1. I like. 2. Are reasonably priced for the condition they're in. 3. Are actually my size.

If I had to sum up my irritation with this, it's that a lot of fashion content (and interior design from what I've seen) is that it is built on the idea that your life should have a unified aesthetic. But I would wager that most people have pieces and parts of different aesthetics cobbled together across different periods of their life. And there's nothing wrong with that. You don't have to start over every time your "aesthetic" shifts a bit.

[canisalbus]

[bestjeanistmonster]

Dc au- felt like being goofy

…but since Shadow is raising these plants i think we can classify this as a case of passing on generational trauma.