Optimistic Stories

this is a poem showing how a person who was feeling low becomes optimistic

This story was written with a motive to inspire people. So read on and see if it works. I'm glad you took out some time to read this so thank you. I'm sorry but wouldn't say much about it, as I want you all to see it for yourself and see it from your own perspective. THANK YOU <3

A contuation of the religion of one grimoir multi project. The universe is indifferent. You already knew that. Here's what nobody told you: indifferent isn't the same as empty. HOPANOIA: Red Words to Blue Hearts is a book being written in public - a living document from a trans woman in Georgia who decided that nihilism wasn't the end of the conversation, just the beginning of a more honest one. It's a philosophy manual for people who can't stand philosophy manuals. A memoir for people who distrust memoir. A spiritual practice built by someone who doesn't believe in spirits. A TTRPG framework for the actual campaign of your life. It calls itself a "religion of one" - anti-dogma, open-source, built to be forked and remixed, never followed literally. Its central move is Anomance: the act of animating a dead universe with meaning, not because it's true, but because it makes the universe livable. These are the working notes. 196 parts and counting. Written through mental illness, HRT, grief, political collapse, and the daily act of refusing to go quietly. The real book is being mined from this archive in real time. You're not reading a finished thing. You're watching something become itself. If that sounds like your kind of book - you're already the reader this was written for. Signed: a thot that likes thinking. How to Use This Framework This is a mirror, not a map. It doesn't tell you where to go. It shows you what you're carrying. Tag your journal HOPANOIA if it helped you see something. You don't need permission. You don't need to agree with everything. You don't need a degree. Trigger warnings here are invitations, not fences. They mean: this door opens onto something real. Come in when you're ready. Build your own Omnibus. The Bible just shows you how mirrors are made. Anti-dogma. Open source. Remixable. If I must be a demon, I will be an ethical one.

CLOSED Just a bunch of mini-contests

This is my first blog that's going to focus on acceptance and what I've learned from the years of experience. Topics: (Struggle, Never Giving In, and Society)

Here's to the heartbroken , the confused, the hurt, the broken, the helpless, the outcast, the worthless , and the fragile. ❤️ you are loved . Message me for anything

A compilation of poetry I've written in order to express myself. They are all very short, only about 100 words each, so please give reading a few a try! :) I also have a book! Link: http://w.tt/21toVyh (It's on my bio! And it's called "Scrape") All rights reserved to @arctickaturn

Sigma is the owner of a casino, more specifically the sky casino. above any jurisdiction of the law, its his job to make sure everything runs smoothly, but one fateful day everything is stolen from a bunch of ability users, as sigma is tossed from one to another, whom will steal his heart? ART IS MINE, STEAL IT AND I MIGHT SUE YOU 🤍 ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO ASAGIRI.

You never know what is coming up.

This is a poem about healing and growing despite hard times.

A sarcastically, pessimistically optimistic girl writes what she'll never say outloud in her diary- because she never says anything outloud. Is she suicidal or tired of not living her life to the fullest?

"there always has to be night before day, but the day eventually comes every time. dark times will always come throughout life, but overcoming them will only create a brighter future."~

Poems that I write during class or when it's 3 in the morning and I can't sleep. Most of them I'm too afraid to show people because of what they're about, but I don't know you personally so go on ahead and read them.

To every love that didn't work out. And to every love that did. In no particular order: some reminiscence, some sadness, and some dreams.

Qoutes that i just made.some are depressed And the other is me motivating others Also some may come as cold but.. Dont expect me to be nice okay. Both my optimistic side and pesimistic side are dark and cold soo I'll try to be a little sweeter. Thays why i dont use those two """"" Also im shameless sooo i have another book check it out

I wrote this for one of my old bands. But lately I just rewrote it. It's funny how this song was never put to life yet still out lasted that band. Hahaha good times. Anyway, enjoy this song is quite short. Maybe I'll eventually put music to it.

"They looked silly in the dripping rain."

Merlin Fernandez was angry at the new town she had shifted to. She was all alone in the craptastic town and hated not being able to meet her best friend. She hated the new town because she just couldn't find a tad bit love for the town that made her leave everything behind. Justin Rodriguez was the most optimistic person in the whole world. He was pretty much optimistic that he would win the new girl next door. Merlin hated the new guy and had tried ti bring his optimism down. So he challenges her to make her love the new town. Who knew she'd fall for the guy too. But Merlin couldn't give up her anger. She couldn't just up and forget things she grew up with. Would she overcome her fear of the new and let go of the past? Or would she hang on to the past so tight that she might win in changing the way he viewed the world?

This is a tale of lovers, in all shapes and sizes. Watch the red string of fate weave its tapestry from before we dreamed of color, until it all unravels and beings again.