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I always try to touch what I shouldn't touch

and I want what I can't have

and I spend nights on my phone, afraid of dying

and I realize that every living being around me

is mortal

I wonder when I started to be afraid of the night

and I can't look at the starry sky anymore

because it reminds me of everything I don't know

and that I'd like to know

and that I'd like to touch

and that I'd like to buy

and every item I bring home

is so mine that I'd like to merge it with my body

I wish I was a teenager again

and could have fun again

I'd like to be despicable again

and amoral

and I'd like to meet that girl

and kick her

because there's no current problem of mine that isn't her fault

but I had fun

and maybe this poem is too personal

and I'm sorry for what I've done

and I'd like to talk to myself

tell myself that maybe it's not my fault that my hands are constantly shaking

I want to cry under the stars

because only they can understand

I forgave myself last year

yet I carry myself around on a leash

and I punish my body

and maybe even now I'm just doing what I always do

I am judging myself

but my legs never stop

because I know I'm walking on a treadmill

and I can't afford to stop.

– just keep going.

lunebordeaux, 20/08/23.

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i love laura palmer

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Hunger.

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#arrrttttt

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Literally two clicks and a swipe away from deleting all contact with real life individuals. Am I to start again?

#god i hope no one sees this #i know we lost touch but i miss every single mutual i've met so far #hellow people hope you're alright

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Yoo??? This sounds fun but??? I DON'T REMEMBER YOU ARE YOU SURE THIS WASN'T AN ACCIDENTAL TAG?

Anyways this is an ominous omen ngl

@the4humours @its-toasted @anjo-by-the-sea no pressure people ♥︎

ok new tag game search your name in the gifs and the fourth one is how your years gonna go (i saw this on facebook)

Oh- thanks for the tag @lord-of-the-weird

Tagging: @visfar-the-101 @lost-highwayy @nikkisqueenofsleaze @kurtsnirvanabrother @novemberslashhx @axysbbygurl @adlersrose @rocknrollsoul76 @pinkpatiencecreepers @hungercityhellhound 🤍

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Self harm doesn’t always happen when a blade touches skin.

It’s skipping meals because you don’t feel like you deserve to eat today. It’s having sex because you want to be used or abused or defiled. It’s drinking recklessly because you might have the ‘courage’ do something stupid. It’s smoking - not because you need the nicotine - because you know it’s bad for you. It’s banging your head against a wall when you’re angry. It’s crossing the road without looking because you lowkey hope a car might hit you. It’s thinking about all the ways you could break a bone and make it look like an accident. It’s not taking painkillers because you want to suffer. It’s taking painkillers in excess because you know it’s dangerous. It’s walking home the more dangerous way because you’re kind of half hoping you’ll get attacked or raped or stabbed. It’s going for long walks at night and getting chilled to the bone and hoping that you get lost so that you can’t find your way back. It’s seeking out triggering material. It’s all the stupid little ways you punish yourself for existing.

Sometimes self harm happens when you put effort into depriving yourself of things you like or need, and sometimes it happens when you don’t put any effort into doing the things you like or need.

It’s a pattern of self-destructive behaviour, and it doesn’t only happen in one way.

This sort of behavior is classified as “para-suicidal” It’s putting yourself in a situation of danger or destruction with the intention of risking your safety rather than a direct attempt on your life. Kind of, leaving it all to chance? Also doing things to harm yourself or your self worth because you feel you deserve to feel the outcome of those actions.

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salud por el fuego y la lluvia (joy in fire and rain)

at the end of the day there is no one other than you i would come home to the mirrors of shop windows bend to break shattered illusions and rejoice in the simple art of breathing.

the witches cauldron of gentle fire rushes brushes past the crowds moving on and off the train platforms as we shed our skin to the grey slanting rain your fingers slide into mine as the glove of hearts contentment.

tomorrow is passion where hot bread with a soft centre is cut up into squares to drop into vegetable soup. a cat will purr in delight at the fresh kill of a wood spider and when the rain stops change will dry up the muddy puddles that only the day before soaked our socks right down to the heel.

with whiskey dry hands we retire to our thirsty exchanging of keys in locks before switching off front porch lights.

at the end of the day I only want to be awoken at night by your annoying snores and the sound of embers emitting joy as it is here in all that you are.

Soundtrack to winter in Australia: “Rain to Be”: ONEWE

#anjo!!! #poem #poetry #this is so beautiful #the tenderness..!!! #it's wonderful how much your poetry has grown! this is too lovely omg #poems

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yeah I've been getting really into metalworking these days

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what if aquatic animals had Tumblr would that be fucked up or something lmaooo anyways

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mating season is such a chore. wdym i have to migrate back ten thousand miles just to find some bitches

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outta my way gayboy I'm boutta get it

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i have been transformed into a creature beyond my wildest imaginations

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uhhh was nobody going to talk about how the new update makes the site virtually unusable for crustaceans ???

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honestly even if we tell staff you know they're not going to do anything. crustaceans make up such a small percentage of oceanblr right now that it's going to be impossible to get them to care. the treatment of anyone who isn't a bony fish on this website is atrocious tbh

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oh my cod its so dark down here why do i have such piss poor eyesight. if my eyes could open any wider id be doing that but nooo my house in the god damn depths says get fucked. not even my cousin in that one cave has to put up with this wtf

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hey come here for a second

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absolutely freaking out right now you frys don't understand ... There's another squid at this whale fall and she's really really cute! I want to talk to her so bad but I'm scared as all hell ... what if she thinks I'm trying to eat her and swims away ? ?

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shipping discourse is sooo pointless like? you argue about ships? ⛵ those things that sound really loud & pass by me everyday? 🛳️ whoo whoo?

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where is every one ..

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the night is still young. i can do yoga and use my oil pastels. i can cut another fruit. i can write in my journal. i can make a poem. i can invite the figure outside my window in

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I never go on twitter (because, you know, it’s twitter) but I just had a look at it to check up on Hank and I’m glad to see he’s being *extremely* Hank about this

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eulogies for you and me https://www.instagram.com/p/Crh52FLyDaeYIITYZhzDbIlb-zU6_MRX2TXu2Y0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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4.

Oh darling, these are hard times. Phlegm and shit freeze us within And Hypocrisy always has the widest Embrace to envelope us till night Melts into the silent, livid dawns. The birds of paradise are nesting in our Chimneys, and the sparrows have Fallen beneath seventh heaven on the Hard tarmac, each feather frosted In place like the New Year's cake. The candles go out in your damp Breath - there is hardly enough Plates to go around but who gives A shit? Our hands are porcelain.

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#Poetry #original poem #spilled poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts

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to wish impossible things

like if our names had the same meanings and clouds could give themselves over to touch, like you resorting to snail-mail or if regret was a stranger you met at the park and never forgot, especially the way he would be scattering tinkling beads of rice for the clay pigeons to squabble over. but dearest one, our names do share a single meaning. and yesterday the Reuters released an article on the crazy man who dragged a cumulonimbus to absolute zero, and - and -you sent me the cuttings by post. the pigeons have brushed off the dirt in this year's first spring rain, and they fly again. such rizz (oh yeah) never was heard before, we behold Santana's spectre, serenade the downtown jazz. is truth then, not truth enough? the hope in your eyes scare me like spirits do you. and i push you off like a passerby at the flea market, in the mess of all things, until we are aga in inthe safe holds of impossibility.

#poetry #spilled ink #spilled poetry #original poem

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...refuge in adversity

I look within your aphotic depths

and wonder,

if the Ocean would let me build a roof over

its head,

to shield it from the rain to come.

#poetry #have no words for this #it's beautiful

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"3 out of 7? I mean come on, it's obvious" "No you're just delusional forreal" https://www.instagram.com/p/CpERAEUS96s/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Oh Panacea

Oh Panacea, Graceful rain

Bring over your fragile face

Let down the ropes

And hang in the gallows all my pain

#do not think me too forward for reblogging thy post #Tis the custom #and worry not - nobody from our academic circle knows i exist within these bounds so it will not reach them #Poetry