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[serotinals]

[mage-and-the-tantrums]

Round n

Every time I think I beat my monsters, they come back, stronger than ever. There is no escaping them. I have to fight, every time. There is no breaking the cycle, there is no hope except in victory, until the next war. I accept my fate. “You're Not Defeated as Long as You're Resisting”

[christiancurrywritten]

Said

One big breath in, she said

Now close your eyes

Picture me there with you

-The cold water was quickly taking them-

I'm holding your head up the best I can

You know i'm not like the others

I will do everything in my power

I won't let you drown, she said

-Even as tired as she felt already-

Now pray, she said

Pray baby, don't cry, just pray with me

Everything will be okay

-He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and prayed-

But mommy i'm afraid, he said

It's Good Friday mommy

The day that Jesus died for us

Are we going to die for him today?, he asked

-She wanted to break in every single way-

No baby, he's here with us, she said

Today? He asked

Yes my love, today

We will not drown here, she said

How do you know mommy?

How do you know he won't let us die? He asked

Because baby, I've met him before

He's absolutely in love with us

Completely obsessed

Especially with you

-She saw a branch hanging from a tree just a few feet away-

Are your eyes still closed? She asked, but could clearly see

His eyes were tightly shut

Fear embraced his entire little body

-The water was freezing-

She knew it was time to push him away

On this very horrible Good Friday

-And so she finally did-

Baby? She asked

Yea?

See the branch right there coming up to us?

Yes...

I need you to grab hold and never let go, she said

That branch is going to keep your head above water

Then you will be found, saved, and forever love-captured

What do you mean? He asked

Don't miss this opportunity little one

He's reaching out to you...calling you

No worries baby...he'll save me too, she said

-He panicked and needed a distraction-

I need you to know on this Good Friday

I'm just your mommy...

I'm nothing compared to who Jesus is and his love for you

So take a deep breath baby, she said

It's time to let go of me and hold on to your heavenly Daddy

-Deep breaths in-

He grabbed on to the branch ever-so-tightly

-Why?-

Because he trusted Jesus

And he trusted his mommy

-Driftwood was underneath the water-

Good Friday was the day Jesus died for us

He gave up everything

He suffered on a wooden cross, they say

Nails in his hands and feet

Kind of like the giant splinters that went into the boy's mommy's

Life won't always be easy, I say

Stop trying to force it

Pray about it

Neither of them ended up dead...

"I'll never leave you nor forsake you" Jesus said

[itsmegallene]

They say joy is the hardest emotion to fully feel and stay with. Specially if loneliness and sadness were the mostly ones you've known for the longest time—that dull hurt in your chest that visits your heart every once in a while. It feels like a grave of someone you've missed so much yet never truly knew who they were when they were alive. You just.. feel like you were somewhat home and yet home maybe not where you're meant to be or the safest you'll ever feel. Because back home wasn't really where a child should grow or ideally be nurtured in.

Home shouldn't be something that drove you out—to be lost, isolated or with that forever melancholy in your heart. So, I may choose to forever wander, find places with warmth and hopefully find another where I could feel joy without doubt or fear; only that good ache while basking in gentle sunlight and feeling the caresses and whispers of the wind and trees.

A home where I could grow love in.

—Gallene //to be loved;

[rotikapdamakkaan]

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[starryeve88]

Hey all! Long time no see—I wanted to let you know that I just made an Instagram account for my writing @sunsoffline. That's where I'll mainly be posting writing-related content from now on, so I really hope to see you there.

Much love♡ and happy new year!

[ziarising]

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[coqueliccot]

And after the storms and tempests, the showers and winds, the heart still burned with the same fire.

Et après les orages et les tempêtes, les averses et les vents, le coeur brula encore du même feu.

[the-art-of-thinking]

Life isn't always just dancing without care.

Life is brutal and cruel, but sometimes it is fair.

[littyzwrld]

I lay here day dreaming of you.

As I close my eyes i begin to drift...

Asking myself, "What am I doing here.."

Suddenly i feel the warmth of your hands wrap around my neck. Your grip is firm yet so gentle.

I try to keep my eyes on you but i blush and look away.

You lift my chin, slowly moving closer to me. As your lips press against mine, i take deep sighs of infatuation.

My heart pounds harder with each stroke of your fingers flicking against my clit.

The sexual tension arises the further your body clings to mine.

I can't fight this feeling.

Your touch is my weakness.

Devour me, I am but a pedal in a rose. Pick me piece by piece till I am nomore. -Litty

[sbelikeswords]

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[serotinals]

[mage-and-the-tantrums]

Back to Istanbul

Here we go again. Same drill as before. Same unrest prior to the trip, same unease, same agitation in my stomach. I lied to myself, same as before, whenever my flight was in early morning; I always commit mentally to at least 6 hours of sleep, and I end up sleeping one hour at the very best. The airport is perfectly the same as three years ago, the date of my last flight to Istanbul. One good thing about my country is familiarity; things are rarely changed, so the sense of familiarity they evoke is perfect and immaculate. Upon landing in Istanbul, I was surprised by the prices. Nothing makes sense anymore. I had heard of the inflation but the reality of things was beyond my imagination. For starters, the same amount of my monthly allowance 3 years ago can be spent very easily in 2 days now. I went outside to have a smoke, this filthy habit of mine that I decided to pick up again during my trip (yes, it was a decision, for purely nostalgic reasons). By that time I failed to have a SIM card (thus no communication possible), and the "free wifi" of the airport required authentication with a Turkish number (this is the perfect illustration of the Turkish logic). For a moment I felt stranded, and the urgency to find a solution, to be in control, resurged again. Much of the five years I had spent in Istanbul were about letting go, and not having to be in the driving seat. Everything flew normally eventually. Well, not everything, but mostly, one could find a solution here, always. Maybe the prayers of my mother hit home, and God made it easier to me in here. Or maybe the sophisticated transportation, or maybe a combination of both. The first interaction I had with a Turkish, was an angry bus driver who was cursing by the time he was fetching my luggage. I could not tell for sure the subject of his wrath, but he did not speak to me directly. Normally, I would curse back in Arabic, or I would spend the next few hours fuming at the expats' situation in Turkey. But I decided it is a trivial matter, and my energy not to be wasted. The first thing I had as food was a standard sandwich and çay. Oh, how I missed çay, and a cigarette. The first time I ever had Turkish tea, I did not understand how people drink such an abomination. But somewhere during my 2nd or 3rd year, I became an addict of that drink, especially during winter. They serve it very hot, and it warms the depths of a soul on a cold winter. Add a cigarette to the mix, and you're set to go. Just as my right foot was sore from the cold, Mey came. We went to her place, and I entered one of the places I could call home in Istanbul. She was the person who opened her arms for me when I was at my lowest, and shared her flat pretty much unconditionally. Her place has a very unique sense of warmth to it. It is very small, but very intimate. She did an amazing job with the furniture and the layout of every room (2 and a living-room). I feel like cramming my first week here, after 937 days, is too much. More of the same to come.

[historyandheartbreak]

And, it turns out, the way it ended was just as unexpectedly beautiful as it began.

[poarus]

Noite

Ele: Há três dias que já não tocava nisto e nem estou assim tão mal... Ela: Então porque é que estás a pegar nessa porcaria? Ele: Porque existe uma coisa chamada vício e é o que tu és para mim.

[itsmegallene]

Silence can be loud,—I mean not just by any negative notion—but also by keeping things or dreams within yourself. Silently working through and around them.

A third of a time you may feel good; okay or even crap chasing such dreams, big or small. I feel like silence protects and nurtures that dream—slowly and steadily.

I believe that there's happiness to having the chance of keeping the good things within yourself and within that silence for a while.. a chance to pat your back because your hard work paid off despite thinking it might have not been that big of an effort that you did. And yet here you are having gained such validation from the universe, like it's saying: "You did good..through the small things or not—it's the process and your progress."

—Gallene //my silence; [11.22.2022, 0:22AM]