#instrospection

[solxs]

Quiero arrancar las palabras encerradas en mi pecho, aquellas letras caóticas que nunca pude darles un sentido. Quisiera que lleguen a ti y que les dieras un significado.

Norxaki

[somos-deseos]

Psychedelic Wonderland.

— My groove happy place. A lot personal memories here.

[clearedpaths]

Alexithymia is when you struggle to identify and describe your own emotions. It's like having feelings but not being able to put them into words or even fully understand them yourself.

People with alexithymia might have a hard time figuring out what they're feeling or why, and that can make it tough to connect with others on an emotional level.

Alexithymia is a neuropsychological  phenomenon and not a mental health disorder.

[geekwithacuriousmind]

Servant Two Begins to Question

Surprise @diazuk-legacy ! I was your Secret Santa! I hope you like this one-shot and don’t think I took too many creative liberties with describing Servant Two.

Servant Two never had much of a choice regarding the course of his life. From the moment he was able to serve, he served. Freedom was a forbidden word, discouraged from all of the Emperor’s Hands. In return, the Emperor gave them power—the privilege to be His voice among all His subjects. Their words, in turn, became the Emperor’s word. And in the Empire, that meant power.

Yet the Servants were not foolish to think that power was enough to intimidate everyone in the Empire.

There were some Sith who believed they could do better than the Servants. They thought, in their naivety, that the Emperor’s inner circle worked similarly to their silly power struggles.

They all learned their lesson when the Servants were done with them.

Yet there was one exception: one person, a Sith whom the Emperor forbade to dispose of.

As Servant Two kept a close eye on the Emperor’s chosen, the Emperor’s Wrath, he failed to see what was so special about this Sith.

Why was it that his Emperor chose this Sith above everyone else?

Servant Two knew that even thinking this went against his vow. Their duty was to follow orders. The word of the Emperor was law. His wisdom was beyond the realm of understanding. As much as Servant Two wanted to understand, he knew he would never be able to grasp fully what his Emperor deemed or didn’t deem worthy.

Yet why did his heart ache every time he met with the Emperor’s Wrath? Why did he feel disheartened each time he tried to speak to the Emperor and was met with silence instead? His gaze, which fell on him so long ago— felt so out of range, as if his God was no longer in this realm.

Yet that couldn’t be, could it? He wouldn’t abandon them.

Right?

Servant Two was terrified of the answer. Because just even questioning his Emperor’s presence meant he doubted His power.

Yet it was too late for him. This existence was the only thing he had ever known. It was the only way he could think of surviving.

But could devotion, adoration, and loyalty be enough to hide the truth?

They were still following the orders of a God that was no longer there.

“We live to serve Him,” Servant One told him as if that was enough to eliminate all his fears and doubts. “We must keep his voice alive.”

What is there left to keep alive? he thought.

But rather than saying this, he kept following orders. He kept whispering in the Servants’ minds empty promises and broken vows.

He watched from the shadows as the Emperor’s Wrath stopped following the Emperor’s voice. They knew his ambition would be unstoppable. That his lust for power was unlike any other Servant Two had ever seen.

Yet they believed they could control him. Use him just like they did in the past to eliminate Darth Baras.

They had been wrong. Servant One returned with bruises and a wounded ego after almost being choked to death. With their spy robots destroyed and the Dark Council’s betrayal imminent— it was only now that they realized how weak the Emperor’s Hand had become due to His silence.

They were hunted down and destroyed by those who first sought them to further their selfish agendas. By those who were now in positions of power thanks to their influence and intervention.

Yet there wasn’t much they could do. Not with the Emperor gone. After all, their power came from Him. And without Him, they were nothing.

And would die like nothing, one by one.

It was their duty, after all.

[magneticovitalblog]

"La creatividad en su estado puro es bajar a las profundidades de la mente humana y ser detective del alma buscando la verdad a través del arte".

- MagneticoVital

[tarjapearce]

Call me a pessimistic but Im kinda baffled and angry at the fact that happiness has been slowly turned into the results or consequences of a myriad of things we have little control of like socio-cultural customs, financial status, upbringing, a healthy brain, etc. And not just a feeling anymore.

When did happiness in it's wholeness turned into a goal a good amount of people in this earth aspire to achieve , the older we grow?

It's heartbreaking and scary we have to condition natural and chemical brain reactions to our environment, to be felt in order to properly function as expected.

I don't even know anymore. Anyways...

[openvimark]

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[brxeyy]

Be intentional while planting your seeds, so you reap what you sow 🪴

[oblakdark]

𝖂𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

“𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜�� 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍.”

© ＯＢＬＡＫ

[journey-to-balance]

Spiritually, we cannot measure our life by success, but only by what God pours through us, and honestly, we cannot measure that at all.

[milo-the-crotonian]

Mi Amaranto Amore

You droop—garland my gilded windowsill,

And your bunched-up kisses bursting.

Creeping stalactites of vermillion buds,

When we're haughty and conversing,

We're blended as a primrose pastel!

As if from afar, your petals are crimson suds,

Hanging in a Bacchic garden as frothy wine:

Sweetest when consumed with gold'n nectar;

As tho' Aphrodite cried out her ichor divine:

Our lives were toss'd away in strawbe'ry shrubs!

I fabricate the fabric as your drapery flutters;

Serenading me with a rustling nutty scent,

And invigorating charm of your perennial age!

Alas, i loved pondering the time well spent,

One day you'll dry and rattle on my shutters...

You infuse into the tea of the mountain sage,

Twirling above the lilac thyme on the princely lawn,

Or reveal your feathered blade to pumping red;

To envision all this when it's closest to dawn,

Would be imprisoned in the fancies of my cage.

Now is the time where crickets go to bed,

No one lulls them as Somnus does for us.

They cradle on a leaf, but I hang on your arms,

Although, I wander through the sleepy dust,

You gently sway from Zephyr's path to the dead.

Deep does your chrysalis grow in the mud:

Soft, damp, hugged by the roots ever tender.

Even if petals wont bloom, leaves come on stage

To pirouette in Autumn as the birds have fled,

Because their colors- their smell, holds charm.

[anotherperrody]

“I can be needy

So hard to please me”

[oysteringofclamelot]

Prayers to Broken Stone

…For a while, it had been perfection.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44381770/chapters/111621982

Chapter 1/2

[hazamelis]

Album Reviews #9 - American Beauty by Thomas Newman

his might as well be one of the best original soundtracks written for a Hollywood movie. It is so amazingly well done and showcases the utter brilliance of simplicity. This album takes minimal, eager melodies and plays them on so many beautiful instruments, giving them a resonance that is immediately touching to the soul. Marimbas? Xylophones? Bongos? Pianos? One thing that is sure is how beautiful a melody can sound when played on an instrument that you love. All these instruments can be unbelievably straightforward—no pedals, no effects, no feedback—but the atmosphere they create, along with these pretty songs, is not only colossal; it is also sublime.

The music handles the kind of eagerness and curiousness that comes when the source of suspense isn't something or someone else, but rather yourself. In a way, and because of this, the music on this record is not as suspenseful as it is eagerful. This album is not only a meeting with the playful mind but also with the mischievous mind. Is that why so colorful and simple instruments work so well in its favor? Because they turn this whole bliss and joy into a colorful plaything where we can only be excited about the future without paying attention to any bleakness? Where we can be ourselves and be enchanted by the most simple and little things? Every time I listen to this record I feel I can reach that part of me, that little child me, and say, I will be enthusiastic along with you, because I love your passions and I find your love for life really and truly beautiful.

Its use as a soundtrack is incredibly powerful as well, while we condemn the characters in the film for several reasons, it is things like this soundtrack that allow us to… not justify them, but understand them, to feel what they felt like to the point we can humanize them. The music and its eagerful spirit puts us in that mood the characters were in at the the course of the film. As a companion piece to the movie, it is a strong tool for empathy to make those villains feel more human, on its own, and when you use it to look into yourself, this is one of those records that can be truly healing on the soul.

7/10

[entre-delirios-y-cafe]

Confesion

Me da miedo mirar atrás y pensar que pude haber sido mejor.

Me da miedo pensar que toda mi historia ha sido un invento mío.

Estoy dudando de todo.

Me siento como una mierda.

Pero...

Todos se equivocan.

La inmediatez te está haciendo daño.

Para cambiar, para mejorar, necesitamos movernos.

O mejor dicho, en tu caso, detenerte.

Sentir es la única forma de ampliar el umbral.

Fallar es una manera de aprender.

No eres perfecta, nadie lo es.

No necesitas serlo.

Te quieren, aunque no lo seas.

Todos fallan.

Todos pueden llegar a decir cosas horribles.

Todos estamos aprendiendo.

Sé un poco más amable.

Sé un poco más considerada contigo misma.

No necesitas ser algo que no eres.

Sé honesta, contigo y con los demás.

Lo estás pasando mal ahora, y está bien.

Pero cuanto más lo pospongas, más grande se vuelve.

El problema es no enfrentarlo.

¿Por qué sientes que todo depende de esto? ¿Por qué?

-Jennie H.

[openvimark]

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The warrior's path.

El Camino del Guerrero

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