#nosavior

[mymystiquemind]

#IleftBecause

Children are being molested in their homes during this lockdown, and throughout time, and it’s happening right under the nose of a God who supposedly sees and knows everything but does nothing.  What good is he?  He does not deserve my praise, prayers, or my worship.  Free will is his loophole. Better yet, he’s not even real and he never was.  

[moonfeather816]

No Savior For The Sick

Within the darkness, I drown. Captured by the negativity, Stranded among the shattered, I’ve grown accustomed to this life. My thoughts overwhelm me. Like poison, it infects my psyche. Breaking all hope, Tearing me from reality, Stripping away my sanity.

My feet travel among pavement my mind can’t comprehend. Lost within clouded consciousness. I’ve given up on a savior. No one can defeat the the demons inside my head. Not even you. You are my calm, my friend. Someone I love deeply. I’ll never demand of you. Never expect the same love I feel for you. Each day, I wonder, should I run? Should I spare you this insanity spreading within my skull?

I know laughter only because I know the agony of drowning in my own tears. I’ve been alone. I’ve been rejected. I’ve been cast aside and deemed unworthy.

You saw beneath the scars, unveiled emotions I thought I’d never know. You’ve given me more than you can imagine. At night, I’d let the self hatred shroud my senses. Steal me from my warm home. Lost within the mist, I hear the voices. Vicious, evil. Tempting my hands to steal my life. I crumble, crawl to the edge, imagine what it’d feel like to fall. How alive would I feel just before I die?

For many years, I’ve resided within this Russian Roulette. I don’t know what it feels like to be normal anymore. The voices are getting louder. I can feel the words in my blood. Like waves, they rush and fall. They leave me dizzy. They leave me weak. “Just one more slice..” “Deeper this time…” “Bleed bleed!” “You don’t deserve to breathe!” How can I run? How can I hide? Each time demands more. I’m getting closer. I can already feel the blood slicking across my soft skin. I can feel the blood drain from my face. I can hear only the voices as they coax me closer to the end. Terrified yet calm. Relieved yet so very sad. There’s no saving me. It’s just a matter of time. Save yourself. I can’t imagine hurting you, but I can’t pull myself away. Tell me to leave! Say I sicken you! Say you’ll never love me… Please.. End these emotions before it's too late... before you’re just like me..

*Maelia Moonfeather original 8/10/17 *

[drraptjr]

#Repost @melanatedsocialwork ・・・ Rp from @mtoliver_lcsw If you think you’re better than the folks we serve, you’re in the wrong field. Debate your hamster. #melanatedsocialwork #therapists #socialworker #helpers #healers #nosaviors https://www.instagram.com/p/CNMK1q0rAqj/?igshid=2zi4hb86tg7i

[tayloryorkie]

rules: list your ten favourite bands in no particular order :)

1. paramore

2. mewithoutYou

3. halfnoise

4. foals

5. twenty one pilots

6. marathonmann

7. fall out boy

8. two door cinema club

9. annenmaykantereit

10. AJR

I tag @hobbitinneverland, @cyansadness, @suffocateorletgo & @nofriend-nosavior have fun guys :)

[bolumbusbeautazon]

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[hayleywpictures]

21st September 2017 - Denver,CO (Tour Two)

Credit: nosavior

[hapticity]

Promises, Souled Out.  Jhené Aiko (2014)

The Visual Frequency of Black Life by Tina Campt (excerpt)

Hapticity

It is the work of feeling precarious or feeling precarity

in relation to differentially valued and devalued bodies

in the absence of any guarantee of

respite, respect, or recognition.

[east-stroudsburg-rp-blog]

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