Do you ever feel like you can never get passed your past? Like you constantly make mistakes and want to say you're sorry to everyone that you acted that way. There's no excuse for being a shit person but there are reasons. . . . #poetry#poetrycommunity
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you should be saying this about yourself. look at how much you've overcome. it was no easy feat. you did that. YOU did that. don't ever say that you're weak because of your hardships. more self-care quotes in INNER VOICE, available on amazon. #strength#resilience
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this week has been a really rough one. and it saddened me when I felt my depression creeping up (like seriously, I could feel it trickle into my headspace and body which is the worst feeling ever) because I’ve been super busy and have a lot of assignments to tackle. I woke up and did NOT feel like conquering the day, let alone getting out of bed. Everything felt heavy and sad and awful and I wanted to cry. But then I remembered something that I was told a while ago (I don’t remember by who or when) and it ...
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cue the scene where the guy convinces the girl to love him right before he disappears.... it's like a horrible rom-com. We know the story, we watch the damn thin anyways. @elevensomethingwishes // #eleventwenty2thirty3#elevensomethingwishes // // // // // // // // //
it’s the brief moments of fear of loneliness that fill us up consume us to the brim till we but merely exist amongst the shadows a spectrum of colourless existense a heart beat consumed of emptiness divided by reality nothing but the definition of my soul, torn
A friend suggested this so we will see how it goes. If you are interested, just know you're almost guaranteed to win cause ain't nobody want to draw art for my half-assed story. Feel free to message me with any questions about characters or what not. (I know I'm not great at descriptive writing as I suffer from the very real disease of being super lazy, so I'll answer any questions you have.) Also please tag/share this with anyone you think might be interested and I look forward to seeing all of your hardwork boost my ego. Good luck and ...
I didn’t cry when my mother died Nor did I weep for the boy who first swung the axe against my adolescent chest I never feared the future for my orphaned spirit nor did I feel the silent crumblings of my bones It never mattered who left or who gets to stay My eyes remained dry as time submitted to decay But there’s always this eruption impaling disemboweling Triggered at each arrival of pain Provoked by every footstep departing In the very depths of my unsullied ...