#spiiled ink

[ceramicteapot]

i sit with my back pressed to the wall. i lean against the tables when i stand, slouch down in chairs, and need something to clutch as i sleep. i put my head on your shoulder when we sit side by side.

don't you see how tired i am? how i can't even hold myself up?

how i'm silently asking to be loved?

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[celesteablack]

You know, I always cry about how I don’t have my childhood friends with me anymore. It’s a bittersweet ache, like missing a part of myself that I can never get back. But somehow, in the middle of mourning that loss, I often forget to truly appreciate the friends I found when my life was falling apart.

These aren’t the friends who’ve known me since I was a carefree kid. They’re the ones who showed up when I was at my lowest, when everything felt like it was slipping through my fingers, and I didn’t even know how to catch my breath. They’re the ones who stood by me when I was spiraling, lost in a whirlwind of everything and nothing all at once.

They didn’t just watch me break; they held me through it. They gave me a space to fall apart and, somehow, helped me piece myself back together without ever making me feel ashamed of my cracks. They stayed when staying wasn’t easy. They believed in me when I couldn’t believe in myself, and their presence gave me a reason to hold on, even when I wanted to let go.

These friends, these angels in disguise, deserve all my gratitude, and yet, I don’t think I say it enough. So, here’s to them. Here’s to the people who didn’t know me in my brightest moments but still chose to stick around in my darkest ones. And no matter where life takes us, I’ll forever carry your kindness in my heart.

Thank you for being kind to me when I couldn’t be kind to myself. For loving me when I struggled to love who I was. You gave me grace and patience, and that meant more than words can ever express.

[inversefunction]

urbanity

It is a strange existence

In that very schrödinger way.

For as many glossy, rounded

Panels of glass or metal -

There just around corner’s bend

You find dirty, angular wood,

Old stones laid down from

Buildings older than your

grandparents. It is an feeling

Of tired oldness commingling

With the vibrant now. It is

Pulling sensation. millions

Feel this immeasurable love

For being beckoned.

-rb.xyz

[its-merrilee]

[theeccentricastrophile]

I am yours.

[deadpetalsgorgeousthorns]

crush

You were one of those who caught my attention at the beginning of the school year. I never thought we’ll become so close. You’ve been showing me sincerity and care, as friends I say. Yes, we’re friends but we’re bout to take different pathways. It’s for the good of us both I know but I would want to ask. Will you miss me?

[withshatteredhappiness]

I don't write much anymore, and maybe that's because I've found more convenient ways of letting go of my sadness, or I've just gotten good at pretending that it's not eating away at me. Or maybe it's because I don't feel much of anything anymore.

I wonder if there’s anything left to feel

[justinsearchofparadise]

Hindsight is 20/20.

Something for yesterday. A yesterday so far away. 

Every time I have these talks, it kills a part of me that I wanted to hang on to for 

at least a little while longer. That part of me that was glad to have family dinners.

 That part of me that was glad to finally be home after a hard day at school. That

 part of me that could spend some days worrying about what video game I was 

going to buy next and not worried about a potential stock or read countless 

articles on how the financial system is so broken. I only ask you to do one thing.

 Don’t take the days where you have no worries for granted. Enjoy the time you 

have with your friend and family to your fullest extent. Last but not least, please 

don’t lose focus of who you are or who you want to be. When the Black Swans 

in your life do come about, don’t be afraid to ask for help because if you don’t, 

you run the risk of losing yourself and going crazy. The world doesn’t need 

anymore crazy people.

                                                          -R

[rhapsodies-of-the-heart]

...

no word is enough to express how I feel

[brokenqueenofcups-blog]

I'm floating outside my mind. I can see myself, but I don't know who I am sometimes. I don't belong where I am. Maybe in another reality feeling like this is not an insanity. I don't belong to this. I don't belong here...And I am not talking about dying, because I don't want to die, I am just saying that I would love to find a place to where I could feel attached; a plce I could call home, where I'll feel I'm not on my own. And it's not that I feel lonely, because I don't, but it would be nice to be surrounded by beings that feel the same way.

~Broken Queen Of Cups

[downtheschizoaffectiveroad]

These memories seem to haunt me constantly and I can’t escape this past presence of you. They seem to be lingering in the back of my mind striking constant fear for the future because of the failure made in the past. I didn’t know somebody alive could haunt my mind every waking day.

It might be time to put this chapter behind and forget you all together. Would you stop tormenting me if I do? I need peace from your control. Funnily enough you’re now just all these memories bundled into one as I relive what I destroyed…

[ceramicteapot]

since some of you showed interest in joining a writing group with me, i created a discord server for us:

i'll see you there!

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[landonthe-moon]

I dont feel like existing today

[happyeyi-blog]

[fallenpoets]

I sit. Atop a thin wall cracked and decrepit, I sit.

Alone. My left side vacant, My right side vacant, My inSides vacant. The wind whispers saccharine and soft; a promise to keep my company, Another white lie. Tears respond laughingly, “Who ever really stays?”. But the question is lost to the departing breeze, And the answer never found? So I sit. Alone and crying, I sit.

~deAngelo

[brokenbottledreams]

Hybrid Theory: A path from darkness to light.

I feel alive with each PAPERCUT,

LIKE I’M ONE STEP CLOSER to feeling alive.

Even when it feels like it’s MY DECEMBER and i am alone in the cold.

My mind is out of control there are no POINTS OF AUTHORITY.

Constantly feeling like I am CRAWLING through my barbed wire skin.

These ideas of emptiness hit me like HIGH VOLTAGE.

A sorrow i can not RUNAWAY from.

To land filled with sunshine all BY MYSELF.

I never want to say IN THE END because each day is a new start.

A new reason to find  A PLACE FOR MY HEAD and a place for my heart.

Not to be FORGOTTEN and always feeling wanted. 

Forgive me if I can find my CURE FOR THE ITCH soon enough

but each day I keep learning how to keep myself from Pushing me away.