#bottled emotions

[imstuckin1999]

Bottled Emotions

[foggyspecsonmynose]

On days like these, I wish you would call me. I wish we could talk until our exhaustion melts into a puddle of warmth. On days like these, I wish you could spare me a minute or two. Chests wide open, starry night taking our tiredness away, slow and ugly giggles—on days like these, I wish I could listen to you laughing and whining until I fall asleep.

Kaali | a tortured poet

[ifwebefriends]

Me when I was younger: oh okay so I’m afraid of conflict and conflicts get resolved quicker and easier when I hold back most of my negative feelings so I don’t make things weird or uncomfortable or upsetting for other people okay got it

Me now: some people have apologized for how they hurt me but a deep part of me is still mad at them. I haven’t talked to some people in months or years because of how they hurt me so our relationship ended and we don’t talk anymore but I’m still mad at them. Some of the people who hurt me didn’t mean to and probably didn’t realize that they were and we still love each other so much but a part of me is still mad at them. What am I supposed to do with that?

[servant-of-phobos]

I pushed my feelings so deep,

When I look in the mirror,

Even I don't know me

[doremipoetry]

[allhailnarusama]

-loud sweating- I wasn't sure I was gonna be on time for these

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[trinitismileyface]

Melting Away

TW!!! Could be interpreted multiple ways

everyday it feels as if my heart is melting away like a burning candle wax dripping down my breasts burning my waist, my pants roasting all my freckles away I try to pull myself together gathering the wax from the floor only burning myself deeper my hands burning my face trying to put “me” back together again I tug at my skin, my wax, my burns My bruises covered, my scars too And yet to all of you I still burn bright

[foxgloves-and-inky-caps]

Pick Your Poison

I picked up a bottle, holding it closer to the dim lamp. It was large, its neck stubby, its cork on the verge of falling out. Its contents shone a dark, hateful red beneath the paper-thin glass. Scrawled onto its label in wispy black letters was the word 'anger'.

I glanced up at her. "What is this?"

She gave me a slash of a smile, shockingly sharp on her soft face. Her teeth were pointed. "What it says on the label."

I turned the bottle in my hand. The liquid inside roiled at the movement, pressing up against the glass like it was trying to break out. "Surely not. You can't bottle anger."

"Whyever not?" She began pointing at the different bottles. "Anger, lethargy, nostalgia, confidence, contentment. Any feeling you could want, for a price." After a short pause, she added, "Of course, your kind is remarkably bad at self-control when you have a bottle of pure emotion inside you. I'm legally required to warn you about that."

"Consider me warned," I replied absently, studying the bottles with new eyes now. What would pure happiness feel like? What could you do with confidence running undiluted through your veins?

She laughed, the sound as soft and bright as dawn. "In that case..." She spread her arms, indicating her wares with another jarring smile. "Pick your poison, human."

[mollykeystone]

This part slaps. Every. Single. Time

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bonne Bell Bottled Emotions Ad

late 1990s-early 2000s

found on ebay, user bgbrwneyesny

[slut4poets]

Colors and shapes and triangular tastes,

I don’t seem to know what is and what’s not anymore.

It’s like I can’t even exist

Without these thoughts that dismiss my feelings, although logic’s never really been my friend

What can I do

Now that that I’m stuck in my train of thought in this forever loop

I can’t seem to get out of

I can’t seem to get out

Too many thoughts, too many feelings, too many emotions

Too many lives wrapped up in one

One that I don’t know how to handle or take care of

Resting my eyes in hopes for it all to go away

Someday

It doesn’t work.

There are no words left in my dictionary, I hope this is temporary, could this get any worse?

- too much

[hopefulromantical]

i’m craving the release that comes with crying until i can’t anymore,

until all the emotions that have been building up inside have been turned to trails of salt on my cheeks.

but i’m finding myself unable to cry. unable to feel.

so it’s bottled up inside, drifting on the waves of emotions.

feels like anything could break me, and weakness scares me.

but i’m tired of being strong.

[servant-of-phobos]

To carry the weight of a heart

as heavy as mine,

No soul I've met yet

makes it chime,

Their lyrics never matching

my inner rhyme,

I only wish to find someone

to be mine

[choppun-kun]

I feel like the bottled up emotions aspect is much more interesting to see in media because that feels like it's a universal experience.

I think that more fanfiction should be written with the aim to tackle the original meaning of hanahaki. Because when the concept of hanahaki disease was originally created, it was intended to be a metaphor for suppressing one’s feelings.

Your feelings are this beautiful garden of flora inside of your chest. When you express how you feel honestly, you allow for it to grow freely. But when you hide how you feel out of fear of rejection, and try to make it smaller and smaller, the flowers become cramped inside of you, until you choke on your own feelings. Every flower you cough up is something you’ve felt, but refused to say.

The whole “dying” thing is intended to be more symbolic especially. You’re killing off bits and pieces of yourself and how you feel, because you’re afraid to express yourself.

It’s not really supposed to be, “The one I love doesn’t love me back, and I’m dying from it.” Rather, it’s more along the lines of, “Repressing your emotions is bad for you, and it’s better and healthier to express them freely, even when it’s scary.”

Which is to say that, one, the cure for the disease should be telling the person that you are in love with how you feel. How the other person feels about the person afflicted should have nothing to do with it, as the trope is meant to be about feeling your emotions unapologetically.

And that, two, it’s not an inherently romantic trope. Obviously, it has romantic applications, but it can be written for any situation where a character is hiding how they truly feel. This can include a refusal to address a specific trauma, a desire to indulge in something that they’re ashamed of, and even really practical things, like wanting to ask one’s boss for a higher position.

Although (as an aromantic person myself) I don’t agree with this conclusion about the trope, this application would also avoid people calling it arophobic. When the thing killing the character is a refusal to be honest with themselves, rather than an unrequited love, it’s on nobody’s hands but their own to save their life.

There are a ton of ways that this interpretation of the hanahaki disease could be applied in new and interesting ways in fanfiction, and I’d love to read what things people could come up with!

[theeslytherinprefect]

i’m always considered the “calm” person just because I bottle up my feelings but once something pushes me too far and all my bottled up feelings are overflowing because of the smallest tiniest thing… i look insane

[chemicaldreamer]

showing my repressed thingys i guess haha

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