#Never Alone

[j0celynh0rr0r]

You’re not alone. Never ever.

[evilhorse]

Barry Allen is never alone, pal.

(Absolute Power #4)

[lilcr3atur]

I don’t remember where i first read this quote but it gets me through~

“My therapist gave me new perspective today. They asked me why I’m always so nonchalant about my trauma and feelings and how people have treated me. I told them because it’s not that bad, other people have it worse. They sighed heavily and asked me, then name one person who could have survived all that you have. One person who could survive at 100% all the things you swore you wouldn’t, then did. And i was speechless.”

🖤

[random-xpressions]

Human estrangement and divine intimacy very often goes hand in hand. You can never quite compare the blissfulness of someone that's a loner in this world, yet in the company of divine...

Random Xpressions

[therealdv]

Shiho still has nightmares about her time working for them.

Shinichi still has nightmares of the times Shiho almost died.

When Shiho wakes up, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, Shinichi is always there with a hot tea and a warm hug. He never lets her get as cold as her old labs.

When Shinichi wakes up, screaming in fright and calling her name, Shiho is always there to remind him she's safe, to remind him that she's there. She never lets him feel as lonely as he was after becoming Conan.

Shiho feels warmer every day. Shinichi is never lonely.

[chiaraforfun]

The trash can

Tw: abuse

I wrote a petition to remove a trash can.

I didn't like it, and every time I passed by it, I wanted to knock it down.

Yet no one signed it.

And I continued to walk past that trash can,

holding onto that hatred inside me,

the disgust I felt every time I walked by there,

every morning,

and every evening.

Especially in the evening,

when its stench became stronger.

But how could no one realize how disgusting that trash can was?

Could it be that everyone accepted it and even kept piling it up?

I had started to avoid it.

I took a longer route, but it didn't matter much

as long as I didn't walk next to it.

Better that way.

In the mornings, sometimes if I was in a hurry, I rushed past it.

But in the evening—oh, in the evening, no.

If I had to walk by it and I was with my friend,

she scolded me,

telling me to stop acting silly,

that there was nothing to fear from a trash can.

But what could she possibly know about how ugly they can be?

She had probably never been attacked by one of those.

Surely.

And maybe neither had I.

Perhaps, deep down,

I had just imagined it.

Maybe the trash can had always been there, still,

in its usual unchanged stench.

And maybe it didn't smell worse in the evening than in the morning.

But I still couldn't bear to be near it.

So I wrote a petition to remove the trash can,

and no one signed it.

No one,

not even me.

Because deep down, I knew the trash can wasn't to blame.

It couldn’t move,

just like me.

It wasn’t its fault that it ended up there that evening,

just like me.

It couldn't avoid being the focus at that moment,

just like me.

It found itself under me that evening,

and perhaps it felt the same disgust.

Maybe every time I passed by, it felt the same stench,

even though there's nothing I could do about it.

Washing my body over and over didn't help;

it clinged to me,

just like it did to the trash can.

Maybe it cried too.

Maybe it remembered as if it were yesterday the hands of that man on my body and on its.

Maybe it too had nightmares, remembering not being able to move,

to scream,

to call for help.

Maybe it felt guilty for being there,

and the filth never goes away.

It found itself under me, and on me was that man, and nothing else.

So maybe it too had no choice

and stayed silent, just like me.

I wrote a petition to remove a trash can, but no one signed it.

Not even me.

But I cried so much, so much,

that I thought I might melt away in my tears.

But then I stood up, and they dragged me away,

all the way to the police.

I told them I wanted them to remove that trash can,

but I think they saw it right away—

the filth I carried inside me.

And when the policewoman spoke to me, she smiled

and told me it wasn't the trash can's fault.

That it wasn't him who smelled so bad.

That it wasn't my fault.

That it wasn't me who smelled so bad.

That removing the trash can wasn't necessary.

But that even talking about the trash can would have helped so many and so much.

Can you tell me what you think about it?

[jkkjap]

They’re watching they’re always watching. I hope you haven’t done anything sus lately (▀̿ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)

[current-comix]

[aniah-who]

No matter what season I may find myself in—

In the valley, low

Or on the mountain, high,

The Lord will be with me there.

[gramarobin]

[pixie88]

Hey Guys and girls!

It’s been a while, I think it’s safe to say I’ve given up writing it was fun but my heart just wasn’t in it anymore.

I have left a ton of fics unfinished and I’m sorry. 💜

About a year ago my mental health took a nose dive to the darkest pit of hell to the point I wondered if the world would be better off without me 😭 if it wasn’t for my kids, hubby and best friend, I wouldn’t be here today that’s why I am eternity grateful for them 💜

Until an about a few months ago I was ashamed to admit that to anyone outside those who knew, now I realised saying it out loud doesn’t make me weak it makes me strong because I didn’t let those demons win, I came out on top. I found ways to cope in crystals, exercise and reading - reading being the main one to pull my out of my own head!

I am on my 13th book this year, I’m stocked myself ��� I created a bookstagram if you want to follow more or even just message to talk, I’m just getting used to posting on there so pleeeeease bare with me 🤣 I honestly don’t know if I will ever get back to writing but never say never! I hope you are all ok and sorry for the life story 😂

Final words : Mermaids don’t lose sleep over an opinion of a shrimp! 🧜🏻‍♀️🦐 💜

Love Pixie 😘💓

[random-xpressions]

I'm fine. At least, the crescent moon in the night sky smiled at me...

Random Xpressions

[brinaarcadia]

LAMB IS WATCHING

[saliciouscelery]

[whatididtomakeitbetter]

what good would it do, trying to save yourself? thrashing against blackened waves that devour and destroy, consuming countless unbearable truths.

seafoam and blood

and the tide taking turns with the birds at the afterparty.

fight for your life, they say, as if it was ever your choice to live it.

as if any of us wanted to be here, as if they were ever really in it.

as if what you're doing to yourself doesn't matter.

image credit - me 2017