#self writings

[athousandbyeol]

everything happened because of the wind. once the wind stops, everything will return to normal.

[tarotwithavi]

Forgive and forget: a blessing and a curse

They say to forgive and forget, but is it truly that easy? Is it easy to forget what they did to me and forgive them for the things they voluntarily did? I wish it were as easy as they say. I wish it were as simple as they say.

Forgiveness is often seen as something magical that heals wounds and brings peace. But in reality, it’s complicated and bittersweet. Yes, forgiving them will free us from the hatred for their actions, giving us the freedom we need. It will lift the heavy weight of resentment off our hearts, letting us breathe easier. But does this freedom come at a price?

To forgive is to let go of bitterness and find joy and peace again. It’s a blessing that helps us heal and move forward. Forgiveness shows us that we are more than the pain they caused. It tells us we deserve to be happy, even if it means letting go of the past.

But forgetting—that’s the hard part. Forgetting means we might let them hurt us again. It feels like erasing the lessons we’ve learned and the strength we’ve gained. It feels like letting them get away with what they did, as if it didn’t matter.

Will our forgiveness make them regret their actions? Maybe not. Regret is something they have to feel on their own. Our forgiveness can’t make them face their guilt or change their ways. It can only free us and help us move on from what they did.

In forgiving, we take back our power. But forgetting means we might lose the wisdom we’ve gained. It’s a blessing and a curse, a balance between healing and remembering. Forgiveness gives us peace, but forgetting has a cost , one we might not want to pay.

They say to forgive and forget, but maybe the true way to heal is to forgive and remember. Remember not the pain, but the strength we found through it. Remember the lessons learned and the resilience we built. Forgiveness can free us, but remembering our journey will remind us of the strength we have now.

[acronychalwitch]

I'm filled with a desire for clarity and meaning with a world and condition that offers nothing.

- Albert Camus, The Myth Of Sisyphus

[sulasnsleep]

“and when i grow old and tired, do not leave me. hold me, hold my heavy soul, and rock me until the sun sets and the air turns crisp.”

— sulasnsleep

[ladyofchaosandanguish]

Gladly

Her embrace is a vast sea

I will gladly drown in it

Her touch is scorching fire

I will gladly burn in it

Her eyes are a deep abyss

I will gladly fall in it

Her voice is like a nightingales

I will gladly lose in it

Her smile is an eternal garden

I will gladly tend to it

Her aura is of arcane rose

I will gladly get hurt by the thorns in it

She is the poetry

no poet in the world can write

She is the painting

no artist in the world can paint

She is the moonlight

Soft and tender shining in the cloudless night

I am the sunlight

Radiant and hot shining so bright

She is dusk ,I am dawn

She is sea,I am sky

We meet at the horizon my sweetheart

But we are still world apart

I used to be so alive

Now I am dying inside bit by bit

Because I may have a heart

But she was the heartbeat of it

[youraverageintrovert]

I had a lot of things to say to him. So many that it nearly made my heart burst. But I never did. I was too scared. And I wonder if that’s how it’s going to remain. All those things, left unsaid, forever.

Unknown

[poeticalwarrior]

“To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me.” —Alanis Morrisette

Harald Slott-Møller | “Længsel” (1913) | MutualArt

"Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

Art : Feminine stereotypes by Romina Bassu

[libraalynn]

[postscriptsillage]

Dear Axel

Dear Axel, 

My troubles stay burgeoning, growing untamed in my garden. I see cruelty where others do not. 

I saw a woman at the farmer’s market selling healing crystals and stones. Crystals and stones lynched and mutilated against their will into pleasing shapes. Our healing in exchange for the blood of the earth herself. 

I witnessed a rich man donating his surplus groceries to the homeless. For the cosmos, an act of charity. To me, an astounding display of the arrogance of a man who feeds his well-fed self first and aids those less fortunate only as an afterthought. 

And did you know,  sunflowers are allelopathic, injecting toxins into the soil and stifling other plants from blooming? How ignoble of the world to celebrate the beauty of a murderer. 

There is no good, without the bad and morals are only what we render them to be. 

Axel, it seems to me that every deed is tainted by an inescapable paradox- what may seem altruistic to one, spells doom for another. Such is the bitter irony of this world in which I run the risk of harming others by mere acts of self-preservation. 

The guilt of it all reverberates through my every vein. How does a woman proceed from here? 

With love,

[goddess-luna420]

🩶~Lie to me again like you do so well,

Tell me the sweetest of things even though they don’t mean a thing to you,

Look me in the face tell me all things you know I wanna hear just to keep me near to you ,

You keep playing my mind like this,

Not caring about the damage you cause with this,

Not caring how you put my heart thru this,~🩶 by me.. (photo also by me)

[athousandbyeol]

so, do you think i'm invading your world right now, or are you invading mine?

[litbylit]

Let Go.....

Let go of the weight that drags you down,

Of pain that lingers, without a sound.

Release the hands that long to part,

And heal the bruises on your heart.

Let go of feelings that don't align,

With love or peace or precious time.

Let slip the things that must be freed,

For what remains is all you need.

The winds will carry what must flow,

In letting go, new seeds will grow.

So loosen your grip, untie the thread—

Find joy in what lies just ahead.

[acronychalwitch]

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

- Haruki Murakami

[sulasnsleep]

“i do not recall the taste of love. i remember being fed poison and told it was sugar.”

— sulasnsleep

[ladyofchaosandanguish]

Little bundle of joy

The street light illuminates the path

As I was walking on the pavement

Tired from the long day of work

Thinking about my soft bed the warm bath

Away from the hustling and bustling of the city

I reached my house, and opened its door

The house was cold and dark, but worst of all

It was empty and for that I feel for myself pity

Cold was chilling, the silence rings in my ear

I dragged my body inside, switch on the lights

My mind was in a daze, body screaming with pain

Amidst of all this I heard a 'purr' from the rear

I turned around to see the bundle of black fur

Lying on its back, her paws were hanging in the air

She was looking up at me with anticipation

Round amber orbs staring at me, I stared back at her

I strided towards her and patted her belly

She rubbed her head against my hand, it was soft

The warmth of her sweeps inside me, as I smile

I looked at her foundly, my mood was no longer dully

Maybe I was not alone after all, oh boy !

She has always been with me, I hugged her

Maybe that fluffy, is all I need, my home has

Become house because of my little bundle of joy

[kathi-tanenbaum]

Pretty Strange

At the first impression I knew who you think I am. I am different from every girl you've met,

you're like every man. Complimented my taste in music: Liking The Smiths and Radiohead. Recommended me your favourite movies, as if i didn't know Wes Anderson. The way I dress reminds you of Summer or a girl from an indie film named after a some flower: Character developement for him. Invited me to your place to connect two precocious souls and I saw right through your plans with every interlectual conversation. By way of sharing the same interests and bonding over never fitting in, you thought you'd get into my pants. Start the connection with our skin. If I went and got undressed would I still be a girl who reads poe? Cool girl, no strings attached now I lead you on and am a hoe? When looking at my body, you claimed to finding my soul. Plead me as something special, but i'm just another hole. From our first meeting could see through your campaign. But being tormented for my weidness, I admired being pretty strange.