#sober corner

[natdpoetry]

What’s it like to hear the calling coming from inside a brown bottle?

Is the voice sweet, pleading or desperate?

Does it remind you of wild strawberries with sugar, a spoonful in your mouth in the summer heat?

Or is it demanding, hoarse like a rolled up newspaper, the unbuckling of a belt?

I have imagined ten thousand times over

While your tombstone remains empty

Maybe now you wish you had gotten sober.

There‘s times where we‘re the headlights, other times the deer

perhaps that’s why I had pencils and you

Well you had one, two, three, another beer.

Pity soon replaced my fear

Though your shadow loomed over my growing frame

I bet you must have felt shame

Otherwise your ears wouldn’t perch up when she’d start to sing again

Or bellow at the top of her lungs

You‘d run to her every beck and call

Invest all your funds

I don‘t think I‘ll ever forget that smell

And as I try to write these last few lines

I feel like an ink bottle running dry

It‘s all so old

There is so much I feel yet little I could tell

The status quo will stay ever the same

You‘ll always be the corpse dumped in a well

And I‘ll drink it‘s water and still taste your name.

-natdpoetry

[goldenpoet1]

These past few days, I've been sober. I left my emotions dormant. Drinking demons to fix the leaking pipes like duck taped wrapped around a water hose. The problem wasn't addiction; no, it was the feeling of not feeling. Not feeling the pain, tiredness, depression, anxieties, alone, problems, not hearing the voices, and the brokenness. It was the novicane to the pain like a toothache. Addiction is the feeling that it gives you; the comfort of not being alone. Not alone from the outside world but in your head. That dark place you get trapped at sometimes. Now I feel everything, overwhelmed and overflowed of feelings that I thought I would hide. I thought it was dormant, but it just became more torment. Yet, these past few days, I've been sober.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

Devastating news: my brother is a normal person. It doesn't run in the family, I'm just a weird freak for no reason

[curseweb-www]

Had a dream aventurine and I were on the train and it was part astral express part bullet train and were just sitting there and he pats me and goes "we did a good job, didn't we?" And I looked up and he looked . Very tired. So I told him that we did. And he breathed a sigh of relief and told me that many will miss us but we'll be needed Over There. And that he was glad for what was.

[makkie-is-screaming]

I should fucking kill myself

[turtlemagnum]

when i was younger and hung out around my uncle a lot more than i do now, i remember whenever he referred to things regarding his native heritage, he always just called it "indian". called himself an indian, called the words he taught us indian, so on. since i was a little kid who didn't know any better, i didn't know that "indian" in the context of indigenous americans was a very broad, frankly bastardized term to paint a vast variety of cultures spanning two whole damn continents with one brush. it only occurred to me as i got much older than i was at the time that there'd be more than one "indian" language, and up until now since i had no idea what tribe(s) he even is i couldn't even begin to know where to look unless i found a download of every goddamn interlingual dictionary available and painstakingly checked every godddamn one for what their word for "thunder" is

the word he taught us meant thunder was hiloha. i didn't even know how to spell it until now, because he only ever said it aloud. literally just a few minutes ago, i decided to ask my grandma (his sister) if we knew what tribe(s) he belonged to. and apparently he's a mix of choctaw and makah. which gave me a lead, which led to me finding a dictionary on libgen, which led to me word searching "thunder" in the choctaw to english dictionary. it's the only word i remember him teaching us, and i'm unsure if he ever tried teaching us others. but it was his dogs name, and he was a damn good boy, so i remembered it clear as day. though, they normally shortened it to "hilo".

so, i guess what came out of this is that i now know a bit more about my uncle's heritage, and where to look for more research. so, if you're gonna have a takeaway from this, i'd appreciate it if you remembered the word "hiloha". it means thunder. and aside from being the name of a very good boy who deserves to be remembered, i think it's even more important to remember the histories, cultures, and of course the languages of all the indigenous folks who came before us and did their damndest to preserve their cultures in spite of it all.

[journey-to-the-attic]

It is thinking about Zhaolu hours.... but I'm not creative enough to have proper ideas so instead I offer this

Lucifer: I wasn't that drunk.

Diavolo: You asked Zhao if he was single and then sulked the entire rest of the night when he said he wasn't.

zhao attempted to remind lucifer of the whole marriage thing, but as soon as lucifer saw his ring he was inconsolable and did not hear a word of his explanation afterwards

satan isn't going to let him hear the end of this for weeks. mammon managed to sneak a picture of him sulking (lucifer, drunk, didn't notice the ddd pointed at him) and every single one of his friends already has like three backup copies of it

[floraleevee]

Accidentally scared a dude outside the gym into thinking I summoned a hawk to attack him 😭

[meeeebbottalofscruhmpyuyy]

Demo forced sobriety???? Not clickbait????

No click bait! Just sober demo.

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

I offer you silly boy.

[lil-melody-moon]

A bit of tumblring done, back to writing

[fauvester]

me putting together a character like This is a beautiful competent self-assured well-learned man, a natural leader, a polite gentleman. he's also a little freak with lifelong telepathic dissociation disorder who makes the biggest wettest eyes at people he ABSOLUTELY should not

[asphodelpoetry]

in another life

maybe it could mean something

the cataclysmic joining of thought and action

a single date seared into my skin

burning hole of shame;

old bandage of sobriety overlaid my bleeding heart

[haikuhoyle]

January 10, 2025

[apocalyptic-dancehall]

btw i'm revisiting that sonicified drawing i did i have a new standard when it comes to gijinka!clap

[ilovelickingrocks]

im so fucking obsessed with myself i lo ve looking at my own blog andf envisioning myself from an outside perspective i think i'd have sex with myself if i could