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...every time you close your eyes...
...you probably think of nothing...
...or the color black..
...like how you feel when you forget a dream...
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The Black Canvas
The canvas symbolizes the mind. A white canvas is a healthy, normal functioning mind. The colors that get painted on are different emotions. But no matter how much paint is on that canvas, it is still a white canvas underneath. Now when it is a pure black canvas, it is a mind that is tortured. A mind that contains disorders like anxiety, depression, schizophrenia, bipolar, PTSD, etc. An unstable mind. :A girl plagued with bad memories finds somebody who she had been looking for all her life. Well, I wouldn't say all her life, being as she is only 20, but the majority of her life, she has been lonely. The more she continues to get to know this special person, the more she starts to question her own thoughts. When things don't add up, she is desperate for answers.Concluida
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thoughts, quotes, free depression time out. not always tho, theres some funny bits credits to @TearsofAmbrosia
black / cake
some of us struggle to be happyConcluida
I'm still here
This is where my heart lives. This is what consumes the inside of my skull and bones. My life, my thoughts. Instead of stuffing it in the only crevices that give me light, I will just toss it here. On the ground. Where I'm standing. Because I'm still here. And I hope to stay. ~journal entries from June & July of 2018~Concluida
The Dreamers (Editing)
I couldn't stop trembling even more now. I calmed down a little more and checked my arm again. I was correct, I wasn't hallucinating. On my shoulder was a tattoo. It was a character of some sort-- in a different language. It looked like it was Chinese mixed with Islamic calligraphy. The skin around my arm was red and irritated. The symbol stuck out like a vein. I hyperventilated. I thought I was going to have a panic attack. I had to sit there, on my bed, and command myself to calm down. "I'm dreaming. I'm dreaming. This isn't real," I whispered. I checked the mirror again and searched all over my body to see if I had any other markings, but so far this was the only one. I shut my eyes, trying to force myself to wake up, but this was real. And for the first time, out of all the panicking, my vision went black.Concluida
The Last Whisper
I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost. Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone. But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon. Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him. If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?
ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ (ᴛᴏᴅᴏᴅᴇᴋᴜ)
‼️ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴏ "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴅ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ"‼️ 𝗜𝘇𝘂𝗸𝘂 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹. 𝗡𝗼 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺; 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. 𝗔𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘆𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹, 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗧𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 ⚠︎︎Warning: This Book Includes- ☹︎depression ☹︎eating disorders ☹︎suicide ☹︎child abuse ☹︎bullying ☹︎drugs ☹︎alcohol abuse ✔︎But it also includes- ☻︎Tododeku ☻︎Kiribaku ☻︎IidaxUraraka ☻︎No quirks ☻︎No uniforms ☻︎boyxboy so if you don't like they then fuck offConcluida
5sos Preferences and Imagines
5sos preferences and imagines for your feelsConcluida
The canvas symbolizes the mind. A white canvas is a healthy, normal functioning mind. The colors that get painted on are different emotions. But no matter how much paint is on that canvas, it is still a white canvas underneath. Now when it is a pure black canvas, it is a mind that is tortured. A mind that contains disorders like anxiety, depression, schizophrenia, bipolar, PTSD, etc. An unstable mind. :A girl plagued with bad memories finds somebody who she had been looking for all her life. Well, I wouldn't say all her life, being as she is only 20, but the majority of her life, she has been lonely. The more she continues to get to know this special person, the more she starts to question her own thoughts. When things don't add up, she is desperate for answers.
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