Toxicity ¥Refreshed Data¥
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This place is the same but very much different. Emotions aren't as helpful as I'd thought, each time a feeling or memory is recovered bits of my sanity disappear. Staying here longer than need be will result in death or even worse, being careful is the only way to ensure that these results differ.
or else.
I must be careful
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Silence covers lies
I have recently moved to a big city and I don't like it. It is the exact place where you can feel like an insect. Every building is like a beehive and no creature differs from another. We all think about ourselves as unique which makes no-one special really, but calms the soul. Makes us believe that eventually something great has to come our way. Movies always have a happy ending in the sleeve for the main character. If cities are full of people feeling like protagonists then who deserves to be in a fairytale? I am here because I thought I had it all figured out. Successful boyfriend and a study place at university, but it was all set to collapse.Concluída
In Love With Blindfolds On
I gave the best of myself to someone who didn't have anything to lose. I didn't know how to avoid my lover's toxic and abusive flames. My lover's twisted words were like a maze inside of my head that I couldn't escape. Sadly, my lover's actions hypnotized my thoughts and paralyzed my thinking. I learned the hard way that love isn't leaning in for a kiss, and a fist meets you halfway. Love isn't being a punching bag because someone decided they wanted to beat on you today. Love isn't saying I love you just because someone wants to keep you to themselves. I tried to be there for my lover, but I learned it is impossible to fix the broken pieces when the glass has shattered. There will always be pieces that are not repairable. However, I kept going right back to the person who I needed to walk away from. I was afraid, and I wasn't brave enough to wake up from this nightmare! I made the choice to suffer when life is meant to be lived and enjoyed. Will I find the courage to know my worth and know that I deserve better than the distasteful lies that are whispered in my ears? Will I have the strength to fight my insecurities? Will, I set myself free, or will I let my love be the death of me?Concluída
Toxicity ¥Restore and Create¥
My soul Is breaking everything I do I get a step further from my destination I don't know what to do anymore but create my own path and Restore my reality. I finally have a goal but I doubt I'll be able to reach it at the pace I'm going. I can't continue on alone but unfortunately, I might have to.Concluída
Dream Journal (Youth through 2025)
Hey there, welcome to my dreams. A special little insight into my mind. It's a wacky place to be. Trigger warning; anything can happen. That's not always good, I have lived through some triggersome experiences and I am aware that this can be impactful to a reader. Please yield to personal discretion before proceeding. I will try to remember to put more specific trigger warnings before each story however I am an imperfect being so feel free to remind me in comments should I not clarify the dangers in accurate ways. Hold me accountable, at least then someone would hold me lol This is all the dreams I've written down from childhood through year 2025Concluída
Unspoken Poetry
⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.Concluída
Never is a Mirror
I used to think the worst thing a place could do was keep you. Never taught me different. It lets you choose-and then makes sure the choice chooses you back. By daylight I work the door at Afterglow, a club of glass and iron and music that keeps its own kind of time. By night I count breaths, watch the mirrors, and pretend the soft diamond of salt over my heart is just an old scar. I don't say the word for what I can do under my breath. I don't look too long at the water. I don't answer when the ticking starts. Once, there was an island that ran on names, ledgers, and the right song at the wrong hour. There was a boy who arrived like a reflection and loved me the way a snare loves a sparrow-beautifully, relentlessly. There were rules disguised as jokes, games that tasted like devotion, and a crown that was really a lie if you listened closely enough. Mercy wore resin. Truth tasted like iron. And every wish I whispered came back with teeth. Now the past keeps surfacing-through windows, through music, through the mouths of strangers who don't know what they're asking. I wanted quiet. A pause. Something that didn't bleed me. Instead I got choices, and the kind of love that uses your yes as a lever. If I go back, it won't be because I'm brave. If I stay, it won't be because I'm safe. Either way, the mirror is already looking.
Captivated By A Psycho
🔞 Too much love can kill you. Will you break free from this person's control, or will you stay captivated in a web of obsession? . . . ━─━────༺༻────━─━ ☆ I'm writing when I'm feeling it. ☆ beginner in writing, pls be kind^°^ ☆ open for criticism^•^ ✩ this story is dedicated to my bff, ate Rose^_^Concluída
Playing With Knives- LoZ
dont read this one either Warning: this has like all the angst imaginable dude. i dont even remember all of it. here some of the big ones tho: suicides (plural), self harm, self hate and deprecation, depression, etc. all badly handled/written This place is a message... and part of a system of messages... pay attention to it! Sending this message was important to us. We considered ourselves to be a powerful culture. This place is not a place of honor... no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here... nothing valued is here. What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger. The danger is in a particular location... it increases towards a center... the center of danger is here... of a particular size and shape, and below us. The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours. The danger is to the body, and it can kill. The form of the danger is an emanation of energy. The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.Concluída
Inevitable Destruction
Dazai angst I felt like writing ACTUAL WRITING WILL BE POSTED BY APRIL 30TH !PLEASE MIND THE TW'S THIS IS INCREDIBLY HEAVY! Child endangerment Child abuse Hypothermia Starvation/Descriptions of intense hunger Suicidal thoughts/Ideation Implications of non consensual medical drug usage Self harm Blood Gun/Blades Thoughts/Urges to hurt others (?) Dehumanization Depression Self neglect Suicide/Attempt (VERY descriptive) Panic attack descriptions Slight religious imagery (?) Descriptions of gore/injury Brief mention of torture Law breaking/reckless driving (?) Emotional suppression (?) Drastic mood swings/changes Mentioned character death Playlist on first part and taking suggestionsConcluída
Labyrinth of Dreams (old)
"No. Seriously, what's up with dreams" "You won't ever know if you are dreaming the dream or if the dream is dreaming you, right?" -- So she thought the dreams mean nothing. After all, if the "something" was inconsistent, it would be safer to assume "nothing", right? Living in a "reality" of what was actually illusions, she could only trust herself to know the truth. What will happen when the truth reveals itself? What will happen when she realise that she, herself, is nothing more than a dream too? [probably will never complete so I'll mark it as completed]Concluída
I have recently moved to a big city and I don't like it. It is the exact place where you can feel like an insect. Every building is like a beehive and no creature differs from another. We all think about ourselves as unique which makes no-one special really, but calms the soul. Makes us believe that eventually something great has to come our way. Movies always have a happy ending in the sleeve for the main character. If cities are full of people feeling like protagonists then who deserves to be in a fairytale? I am here because I thought I had it all figured out. Successful boyfriend and a study place at university, but it was all set to collapse.
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