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frznpizza · 2 years
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creepy
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dying-hemlock · 3 years
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I got a book on Appalachian folk magic and I tried practicing a little for ancestor veneration today. I did not know where my ancestor's grave was located and prayed that the wind would help guide me there. Just as I was about to give up and leave the cemetery I spotted it. Maybe its just a funny coincidence, but still kinda spoopy.
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ck-photography106 · 3 years
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“Child, why did no one ever teach you that you cannot turn people into homes?
People are rivers, ever changing, every flowing. They will disappear with everything you put inside them.
Still, your home does have a heartbeat. But it isn’t one locked in anyone else’s chest.
Just look inside your own.”
-Nikita Gill
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letmedatethedevil · 4 years
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Leave this world to rott babygirl
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the-no-longer-human · 3 years
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Tbh i hate him but i love him and i never wanna see him again but i wanna b w him all the time u feel me?
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melissablackdotjpg · 3 years
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(via Melissa Black on Instagram: “@jaclynalise_ and @cassie_leo 🖤 . Please bear with me til I get myself a bit more settled! Between working full time (still in training…”)
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bcphotographyinc · 3 years
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The abandoned state hospital that was once known as Norristown State hospital. 
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mushroomsarecreepy · 3 years
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Do you ever feel like abandoning society
Does anyone feel like abandoning society and hiding in a cave somewhere then accidently become immortal. 3 years later reintegrate with society for 5 years then realise how much better the cave was.                                                            then you accidentally discover one of the side effects of being immortal is being able to breathe underwater after an unfortunate incident with a starfish and a rubber duck in april and you decide to live underwater for a while. After 2 months of living underwater you realise it would be easier to get around under water if you have fishy features like fins                                                                              so you leave the depths of the ocean to find an island unknown to the rest of the world where they specialise in making fishy features for humans due to the city of humans who also accidentally became immortal and moved into the sea. Once you have fishy features you decide to explore the sea city then decide to live there.                                                                                                                60 years later you wonder how the world has changed although your hands now permanently look like prunes. Then one night eat some mouldy bread to see what it would taste like and you die peacefully in your sleep. You have now discovered how to kill an immortal person but this information is useless to you since you are dead and are powerless over the land of the living.                         Then you get resurrected..........
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dollartroubles · 3 years
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Hail Satan
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redeyesxsadheart · 4 years
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How can you not hear my cries?
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noecas · 4 years
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frznpizza · 3 years
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theunforgivenpoet · 4 years
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I'm dying, day by day.
I've asked for help.
I've shouted loudly. I've clapped.
I was yelling in the bathroom, and beneath my pillow.
Nobody have even tried to listen.
I become a money machine for everyone, they just get the cash. As a machine, I shouldn't have feelings, so, they doesn't even tries to please. Or just saying "hey, dump cash machine, thanks for work a lot to give us all your money".
It's not bad fell alone, of course, sometimes you have to pass through it.
I dont mind if people dont care about my days, about my life, but man... be used as a poor machine, all day long, for years... it sucks.
No matter what I try to do to help, to be a nice one, everything is resumed in "hey, I need money... can you buy me a thing? O god... my money is over and I still have my billings..."
Why don't just work more?
No no no no, it's a foolish, with hard when we have a perfect money machine right here.
It sucks.
Fell all alone in the world, when you live with almost ten. Perhaps it's not about feeling all alone, but, felling all abandoned.
What am I for you?
Fuck...
I really thought that I had friend.
Those who was always saying: "man, I'm here for you. Anything you need, just call me".
Surprise: at my first signal of needing some kind of help, they become to busy... to busy just to talk - just to talk.
Man... I should be so fucked, so disgusting, so miserable, that's everything that I really wanted was talk with someone, just tell what's in fucking me, putting my soul in the edge of the world, just say that I'm not okay from a while. I just wanted someone to say that everything will be ok.
I have begged for attention.
I was begging to someone just hear me - even faking.
What really hurts is have to look are the mirror, day by day, and say to myself, to my reflex "man, it's okay, you will pass through it, be strong, hold on".
I become a sad and miserable one.
I've become the guy who writes, as a anonymous, to almost anyone read. I've become the guy who writes his feelings, because no one wants to hear.
I really hope that I'm the only one who has to do it.
Man, it hurts.
Be used hurts.
Be abandoned hurts.
Everything hurts.
Living hurts.
What should I do?
Writing here really helps, but it haven't been enough.
Why I can't just be normal again?
Why do I have to live sick, why for so long?
You have to see me before the depression, I was really amazing, wonderfull.
Nowadays I'm just a ghost, who barely wakes integer, it's always missing something, and I dont know even what's this fucking thing.
I hope someday the sickness get bored of me - as everyone, sooner or later gets - and then I will start to live again.
Fuck.
Four fucking years.
Years living, begging attention.
Begging some kind of care.
Begging at least a real "good morning, my fucked miserable money machine".
Year yelling to the skies "could you even let me die!!!???? Hey, god, I'm coward, I can't take my life away by myself, could you at least help on that?????"
I become a smoker again, praying to have some kind of cancer to help, but I can't even be lucky enough for that. I can't even die, even stop this fucking feeling...
I'm tired, I'm really tired.
I'm tired of lies, I'm tired of people. I'm tired of the world.
I've committed some mistakes in my life, I really did.
I was a monster, but, what the fucking hell are the life doing with me?
Nothing's working, nothing is helping.
Everything that I do to feel better makes my world crumble.
I'm just a fucked guy who's writing all alone.
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ck-photography106 · 4 years
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*insert quote to make my art seem deep here*
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Every single person I have ever met has turned into a memory. Memories stored in a pandora box, opening which breaks my heart and I fall deep into the new depths of the sad shallow valley.
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layne1721 · 4 years
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I literally feel everything all at one time! Love BPD! Loving life!
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