“What, I ask, drives me to disorder? How can I diagnose myself? All I feel, most immediately, is the most anguished need for physical love and mental companionship”
“I want to be able to be alone, to find it nourishing - not just a waiting.”
On a tough day like today, it’s good to read some Sontag. 😊✨ Highly recommend this one!
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how much I love you
how much it warms my heart to laugh with you
I would have never believed how much one can give me wings to fly free if I wouldn't have experienced it myself
how I hate this
what you can make me feel like
it's like drowning in darkness
getting washed over by the waves
over and over again
I feel like I did it
finally got my head high enough over the surface to breathe
the next wave hits me
with intensity three times as much as the one before
and I keep fighting
even though I can't tell the difference between up and down anymore
because I know it will be worth it for you
just to have this one second of air
before I'm drowning again
it's such a sweet thing
being with you
but it's the hardest thing I ever did
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I take my first drag from the cigarette my shaky hands hold.
I'm filled with regret immediately. It's perfect.
Just the right pain I've been waiting to numb the real one.
Your laugh fogs my memories, mocking as I immediately cough up the drag I've taken.
Annoyed and determined, I take another.
I let the fog take my mind,
and I'm transported to our perfect world.
The one we could never have.
I shake my head, determined to wash you off,
I take drags after drags,
I feel satisfied as my body reacts violently releasing into a terrible coughing fit again.
I relax and wait, and I'm lost again.
Only to jolt up when the cigarette butt burns my finger.
I let it fall and crush it with my shoe.
Another mild coughing fit follows,
The nicotine has done just
what you always did,
Left me all broken inside.
[Poem] by Pranaya (@positi_witty) | Withered Weedy Writers.
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"And you shouldn't go round telling fucked up people you love them cos we're loyal enough to believe motherfuckers and that's just it" SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE 💔 Does our song from #itallstemsfromchildhood hit you in the feels? I felt so much when I wrote it and everytime I hear it I go back to that painful place I was in at the time.😢 We don't choose our blood families but we can choose the people we want to truly call 'Family'. Most people will fuck you over soon as look at you and they will break your heart in a thousand ways. Love is the worst and best of all emotions and for people who feel everything so deeply, like I do, every heart break hurts like a knife in your chest. Fake friends will do the knife stabbing themselves. 🔪
They use those deep emotions that we have inside against us, use us for what they need then toss us aside, keep coming back into your life only to ruin it, take advantage of you and take all you have to give, leaving you inevitably with nothing. They destroy our souls and we must search around in the rubble for them again, only to find they're black from war. 💀
The only thing you can do is choose the ones you let into your life more carefully next time and don't believe any old thing they tell you. The most important thing you MUST do is learn to love YOURSELF. Because you're thr only one who won't fuck you over. Mental health issues make it impossible sometimes but we must keep trying cos even if someone thinks you're the beez kneez, one day they might not and if you don't know what you're worth you won't be able to get through. Tell yourself something nice today. Be kind. No one is gonna do that shit for you but YOU. Have a beautiful and self satisfying Sunday, lovely Crackheads 🖤🖤🖤
Listen to the song for the lyrics above here: https://prettyaddicted.bandcamp.com/track/see-you-on-the-other-side .
🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼🌼 "How can so much pain be created by something I once called love?
How can I become so weak after losing someone I've lived without before?
How can someone I trusted so much, become my mind's newest rival?
How can this person I once called mine, leave within an instant and make me feel like there is no more to this life than his very presence?
I cry for hours on end, hoping to find relief in the tears running down my face as I sit in a lonely park, passed by strangers who take no notice of the girl crying by the water.
I don't know who I am anymore.
I've lost all sense of self.
At least heartbreak makes me create art that is pure and full of emotions.
I feel devastated, but at the same time I feel a sense of new beginnings.
Oh, the day you broke my heart!
I felt torn and angry and lost and hopeless.
Oh, the day you left me!
I realized there is more to life than you." - NightInTheStorm