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curativeself · 10 months
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#Nick Nelson being the bravest boy
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curativeself · 1 year
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THIS!!!!!!!!
It is so easy to fall in love with a woman, theyre all beautiful. Theyre beautiful with that hourglass figure and they're beautiful with those stomach rolls. They're dashing with short hair, gorgeous with long. They're elegant with straight hair, vintage with wavy, tantalising with curly. I believe somewhere in time, Aphrodite got jealous of a woman being much more beautiful than her, and decided to put a part of her in every woman to exist. So that when asked, she can claim that it was her glamour that gave the woman charm. I cannot imagine a life where I am fortunate enough to receive a woman's love. Though one thing is sure, for I were to have a woman love me, I too would cross the boundaries of heaven for her. We curse Orpheus for looking back at Eurydice, but did we ever think about how the man walked halfway through the underworld for a chance of getting his beloved back? The worry weighing his mind with the possibility that the gods were tricksters and he might never get her back, or that something might have happened to his woman in the harsh path of the underworld. So he looked back, even though the gods forbid him to, he looked back. Because he loved her, he loved her and he knew that she loved him too. He stayed in hell with her when the gods refused to let her go with him, because it wasn't hell if she was with him. Sometimes, I think I too would disregard god for the woman I love. I too would bite the fruit of knowledge knowing it was not what god intended for me to do, just because the woman I loved told me to. Besides, what has heaven got that I can't find in a woman's embrace?
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curativeself · 1 year
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Still feel like yesterday
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curativeself · 1 year
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What's your top BL of 2022 and why is it kinnporshe and semantic error?
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curativeself · 1 year
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There's a voice again i heard today,
wailing, helpless reaching out to me
Why i hear it? I ask myself
Why it feels so familiar and yet foreign?
Why it makes my heart crump?
Why it makes my stomach churn like, I want to throw up?
Why it leaves a distaste in my tongue?
Why? Why? Why?
Why does it make sense? Why I keep hearing this?
As if.... It's a part of myself
I can't tell exactly what it is.
But, feels like if I don't let it out
I'll be gone
I want to, I want to
It hurts so bad,
A voice stops me,
Tells me to stay there
It's okay, it'll go away
Why am I not able to believe it?
Why am I agreeing with it?
It's all so confusing
Want to shut myself from everyone
Hate this, hate that, nothing is good
It's my inner voice,
No matter what, I can't
I can't stop it, it's a part of myself
I realize, not an organ but something that is me
It's fine, it's fine.....
{~curativeself}
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curativeself · 1 year
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I always have a conversation with myself, oftentimes questioning my lonely self, deluding myself into believing that I'm alone. Is it? My little self believing alone and lonely holds the same meaning, did not harm a high schooler, but the moment that "self" realized that it can be discerned, something strikes that heart. It couldn't be explained nor expressed because that self was neutral. If nothing more than the satisfaction (?) because that self admired the alone self and despised loneliness. It's no "lonely self" because it doesn't exist. The only thing that exists is the feeling that gives rise to our emotions which we articulated as a self.
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