#rawemotions

[wwxanniss]

The girl symbolizes vulnerability and openness to her own emotions. Her pose expresses fatigue, but at the same time you can see quiet determination in it. The contrast between the words frustrated and hopeful emphasizes the duality of experiences: on the one hand, disappointment and powerlessness, on the other, a bright spark of faith in change. This is a deep image of the inner path, when the pain is still palpable, but there is a desire for the best.

[sexvervesoul-igou]

"Lost in the moment, where nothing else exists but the touch of a kiss. 💫💋

[shatterred-unvoiced-thoughts]

Friend: Hey, you good? Me: Yeah... Friend: Bullshit. Me: Dude, I’m fine. It’s just a bad day. Friend: It’s been “just a bad day” for months now... Me: Oh come on, it’s noth— Friend: I swear, if you say “nothing” one more time... Me: Sorry... Friend: STOP apologizing! You’re hurt. You’re clearly in pain. Please, just talk to me... Me: I don’t know how... sorry.

[rebelnrevolt]

[orbitingreality]

The Volume in My Head

I turn up the music not to escape the silence— but to drown out the screaming thoughts that silence never argues with.

[siennacrowe]

Pain Archives｜Personal Emotional Rocrds

This is a personal emotional archive —

a raw outpouring of feelings, not a polished piece of art.

The core themes are pain, discomfort, hesitation, and the dissonance between surface and reality.

The shooting angles themselves are filled with spiritual uncertainty and hesitation.

It captures the fracture between the world above water and the world beneath, hinting at larger existential questions.

At its heart, it’s a small act of emotional venting — but honest, fragile, and painfully real.

Vivid colors, blurred details.

A surface of abundance, an undercurrent of ache.

At the height of brightness, loneliness cuts the deepest.

[bigfeelinghuman]

you were my inspiration, my muse but that has faded now such is the passage of time and the eagerness of the mind to forget

-BigFeelingHuman

[fernforeveryoung]

"This is me… before you dive into my words."

Hey…

If you’ve somehow stumbled into this space…

Let me tell you something first.

This is not a place for perfect people.

This is for the ones who’ve fallen…

Who’ve been hurt…

Who’ve been broken…

But never gave up.

I write these poems and stories with blood and a heart full of scars.

Not to make life sound pretty…

Not to sell you a fairytale…

But to show anyone who feels like they’re about to collapse…

That there’s still someone out here…

Still standing…

Even when everything’s close to falling apart.

My words are a release…

A scream from the raw side of life…

The pain we don’t often dare to speak out loud…

But deep down, there’s still that tiny spark…

A stubborn, silent fire…

Whispering…

“Keep going.”

Here…

I want this to be a place where you can pause your heart…

Feel every emotion freely…

And if you want to walk this road with me…

You’re more than welcome… with all my heart.

If you’ve ever felt like me…

Like falling… but somehow standing up again…

Then this space…

Is ours.

Fern Foreveryoung ✍️🌹🔥

Soft heart. Sharp words!

[theinnercurrent]

From Silence to Screens

In India, not many people use Tumblr. Most find their world in Facebook and Instagram — likes, reels, noise. But I’ve never belonged to that world. I’m an introvert — deeply, silently, stubbornly so.

And because of that, I could never write there. Every time I tried, it felt like standing in the middle of a crowded room, handing strangers my heart. I was terrified that people would read my words — and maybe more terrified that they wouldn't.

So instead, I wrote in silence. Hundreds of untitled files on my laptop. Stories, journals, confessions. Typed in black letters on white screens — but never shared. They lived and died inside folders I named “someday.”

Today, I joined Tumblr. I don’t know if anyone will ever read what I write here. I don’t know if my words will echo in anyone else’s heart. But I have to try.

Because I don’t know how to live if I don’t write. And I can’t keep locking my words away anymore. So here I am — writing in pieces, in pauses, in fragments of feeling.

If you do read this — tell me it reached you. Tell me it made you feel something, even if it was just for a second.

Because maybe, just maybe, that’s enough.

— Teesta #TeestaNarrates

[glitchpetri]

“If You’ve Ever Let a Song Speak What You Couldn’t Say — Read This.”

This is more than just art. It’s a feeling you’ve had late at night — when a song didn’t just play, it understood you.

You don’t choose music. It finds you when you're too numb to scream, too broken to speak, and too silent to be noticed.

And sometimes… it becomes the only thing keeping your heart wired to your soul.

💬 If this image says what you've felt but never spoken — you’ll want to see the rest 👉 🔗 https://urlhub.pro/7a558f

[lolagrungebunny]

"The Weight of All My Pauses"

I paused the music, but my thoughts kept screaming. Dishes in the sink, ghosts in my chest. I meant to clean, but sat down instead, and the silence said more than any checklist could. They call it a break— but it's just me arguing with my brain about what deserves my energy. I am stretched between grief I can't name and guilt I can't shake. How do you explain you’re not angry—just tired? Not bitter—just breaking? I want to love loud, but everything feels loud. Even kindness. Even air. So I shut the door, lower my voice, and raise a boundary. It doesn’t mean I don’t care. It means I finally do.

sometimes being strong means choosing quiet over conflict. sometimes love sounds like “i need space.” this one’s for the overstimulated, the overextended, and the ones learning to say “no” without guilt. 🖤

[orbitingreality]

the quiet war no one sees

they say it’s a choice— like flipping a coin, like closing a door.

but it’s not. it’s the slow decay of a city forgotten by time, cracks widening in the walls of your mind, each breath a shatter you swallow like poison.

there is no moment— just the endless dragging of bones through invisible mud, a rusted cage tightening around your ribs.

you learn to smile through numbness, to dance with shadows that whisper in languages no one speaks. they think you’re broken, but you’re just folding into yourself to survive the collapse.

when your thoughts bleed, no one hears the drip, drip, drip— just the echo of silence and the weight of nothing pressing you flat.

they tell you to fight, but you’re not a warrior. you’re a ghost trying to breathe in a world that forgets to look beneath the skin.

you don’t want to vanish. you want to dissolve slowly, like fog in dawn— quiet, unnoticed, but real.

and maybe that’s the cruelest truth— to be invisible in pain, to scream in colorless noise, to break so thoroughly that even your reflection starts to forget your name.

no one saves you. no one comes. you become the silence they were too scared to hear.

[marianarobu]

It’s an act of courage to share something you’re not fully satisfied with—because growth comes from showing up, not from perfection.

[bigfeelinghuman]

my heart became tinder to sacrifice itself to the flame of our love -BigFeelingHuman

[mineofilms]

A Trust So Darkly

I don't wanna talk, don’t wanna see, Your lies just drown out all I believe. I don’t wanna work, I don’t wanna trust, When every word you say turns to dust. I don't wanna date, don’t wanna fall, In a world where you don’t stand tall. I don't wanna follow, don’t wanna lead, In a game that feeds on greed. I don’t trust you, can't take no more, You’ve closed the doors, and I’m walking out the door. I don’t trust you, it’s a bitter fight, But I’ll stand tall and I’ll be alright. I don’t want your life advice, When you live in a world of compromise. I don’t want your love, I don’t want your hate, When you make it all about your fate. I don’t want your rules, don’t want your game, Your world is wild, and it’s all the same. I don’t want your peace, don’t want your war, I can’t trust you anymore. I don’t trust you, can't take no more, You’ve closed the doors, and I’m walking out the door. I don’t trust you, it’s a bitter fight, But I’ll stand tall and I’ll be alright. You can keep your lies, your twisted ways, I won’t follow, not today. I’ll take my freedom, take my mind, Leave your chains and ties behind. I’ve left you behind, you’ve lost your way, I don’t trust you, not today.

A Trust So Darkly by David-Angelo Mineo 3/2/2025 234 words

[musicpromotionclub]

'The Breakup' by Christian Krauter hits deep. A raw, emotional track that perfectly captures the messy beauty of letting go. If you're in your feels, this one's for you. 🎶