#walking contradiction

[xojanessalynn]

I see you. I see the pain you hold inside. Physically present in day to day life. Yet, your mind is isolated deep inside. Caged by the egotist -no permissions given. You are social yet private in your own unique way. You crave unending conversation with the small circle you keep. So many emotions make you hard to handle. Say less. Hold your thoughts inside. They don't know how sick it makes you, the lack of expression. You are living your life just to feel exhausted. When the kettle finally explodes they look at you with hate in their eyes. It is your fault. You are crazy. You are messed up inside. A freak of nature, with too much love to give. Another soul just waiting to die. Hush now, talk to no one, your triggers are approaching. You need to learn to rest in your mind, and no longer spark the fire inside.

xo.j

[sylviestial]

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Prompt Three of Mogai Team-Up !!

.. Walking Contradiction !?

A term for compulsive liars who contradict themselves a lot when lying and / or reclaim walking contradiction !

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[ifollowmagicalrivers]

Taylor girl i love you but you owe me some sleep

Nevermind the other random alarms

It’s called being a doctor

With ADHD

(which is NOT a superpower)

(it’s just NOT)

(it’s not)

both aren’t superpowers

adhd is neuroBIOLOGICAL

and well..

med school wasn’t a walk in the park either

but SO SO worth it in the end

[noangeleither]

headcanon/meta (???) since i’ve been thinking a lot about this writing my fic

But i just love the idea of Sydney being the type of person everyone had a crush on but she’s so in her head, emotional walls higher than the Eiffel Tower, awkward and a workaholic, that she can never tell if anyone does have romantic interest in her unless explicitly stated.

Sydney gives me Golden girl, Girl Next Door vibes. Just a kind hearted beautiful girl, funny, works hard and that’s attractive for most people.

In s2 she was the object of desire for not one but two handsome, young men. that’s insane! she inspires ppl to be better and do better.

Marcus: You push me

Carmy : You make me better at this, Calms down at the thought of sydney (*sighs*)

like i can just imagine sydney in HS, college, past jobs being blissfully unaware of all the people who flirted w her, tried to subtly ask her out but she declined (im busy; she doesn’t realize it’s a date).

While also simultaneously being a person who secretly desires a storybook romance but think it’s not in the cards for her bc no body’s interested or thinking people she likes don’t like her back or simply not letting herself be open to relationships bc she’s focused on her goals.

incredibly magnetic person while also repelling every chance at love bc she’s too in her head

idk while i’m writing this fic it’s hard bc sometimes i want to shake her shoulders and be like WAKE UP he likes you back.

[letthenightingalessingagain]

Anybody out there with ADHD who also feels like a walking contradiction? Like I love my apartment clean but I hate cleaning. I can't force myself going into the shower but then I can spend hours showering. I need my routine unless I'm bored, then I need a change unless it's too much, then I need my routine back. I like going out and meet people but sometimes not at all so I don't leave my place for days. I'd like to do everything at once and then I end up doing nothing at all.

[hidden-1n-the-sand]

i. I wish i could feel love. of any kind. but my words are empty and devoid of emotion. I dont know what love feels like. I dont know what caring for someone feels like. But i care about them. I care about all of them. And i love every single one of them. /p /fam

[polarsus]

i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly i must stay silly

[cadencewishes]

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡A little bit late, but this is for day 19 of Songtober "Good Mourning". I wrote it about how we are always changing, nothing stays the same, except us. And at the same time, even we change. Like my favourite poet (Pete Wentz), once said, "baby seasons change but people don't." ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:

[worldbuildingwanderlust]

We are formless

Trapped in forms

Purposefully paradoxical

To understand both

Sides of the coin

[rivvyelf]

Results from this element writer personality quiz. This sums me up. You can’t have comedy without tragedy.

Frostbite Writer:

The impossible writer. A walking contradiction, so beautiful, with pain wrapped all around you.

Your characters taste the best and worst of this world, just like you did. And they get hurt, covered in scars and with their heart in pieces, but they keep walking, pain in their eyes and in their every step.

But just like your characters, you don't give up.

Everything hurts, but you still go on.

Your stories are deep, sometimes the reader needs to read through the lines, sometimes not, but the feelings you describe linger in your reader's hearts for long. You're able to leave a print.

Usually you write stories that carry with them the burden you had to carry, but when you write about a pure love, your readers will find the comfort of a hug from a loved one.

You're passionate, love hard and forever. Frostbite Writers tasted the bitter of life, and know how to keep immortal a feeling. Your stories will make your reader lose themselves in another universe, and when they come back, something will be changed forever

[xojanessalynn]

I do not believe in love at first sight, but I do believe in desire at first glance. It took one photo, one moment of your essence in my sight. You were a stranger to me, but I knew. There was a fire deep inside you. The energy told me you were selective in love. Yet, behind those walls there was a depth that not many knew. A soul that loved hard and with all that they are. A heart that wanted that one big love. A love of a lifetime that not many strive for. As I read the image I saw a brokenness, I did not want to heal you -which was something new. I wanted to stand with you in the rain, and eventually see you bloom. Independent and strong, I wanted to love you one day. But in this moment you are still a stranger to me, and that is what will remain.

xo.j

[violet-yimlat]

It’s ok to be a walking paradox

You can dress like Aziraphale and still listen to death metal ( my favourite band is Black Veiled Brides)

You can listen to true crime podcasts all day and be emotionally triggered by The Early Purges by Seamus Heaney (it’s a poem about animal abuse)

You can have a high IQ and still fail your English exam (35%)

You can be unnecessarily violent and still care about others (and the environment, I throw pens at people who put things in the wrong bin)

You can be chaotic lawful or lawful chaotic ( I tend to stick to school dress code but I’m also the person who shouted “Sexism!” When we talked about it in assembly)

You can be called “a weird, retarded reincarnation of Satan” (true story) and still be a good person

Just be yourself and please don’t kill anyone

[exiledintoascension]

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[mydadlistenstothis]

New podcast episode is up! This week, we're hoping you have the time to listen to us whine about the international super hits of Green Day!

[cosmicspacesx]

my soul has consistently been plagued to live only by such means of which pain and suffering restrict me - at least this is a sweet nothing of which i whisper into my own lonesome soul, delicately crafted by yours truly. foolishly, i have existed in the name of adversity - clumsily forcing my souls pieces into places which they have never belonged and attempting to declare it a tragedy, when the real misfortune lies in my ability to weave the strings of fantasy and reality into one contradictory intertwinement. here, i stand with shaking, staggered breath. unsteady. uncertain. this all becomes irrelevant as change approaches, and i beckon her call to leap, anyways.