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#do i deserve it
lonelycatsblog · 4 months
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why me? did i do something to deserve all this? am i too young? or to old to experience this?
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poetrywizard · 7 months
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Left shattered to bits
Never enough truth for love
Why even have me?
Yelling and fighting
Those words were my lullabies
Those actions my storm
Adrift in my tears
I find solace in the sun
My sun, my whole world
Radiant and calm
So warm and gentle it burns
Too different from me
Anger and sorrow
The fetid bog I lived in
Baked in the sun's glow
Drying up the tears
Leaving me with new peices
Ones I hadn't seen
They still don't quite fit
The puzzle that I became
But they're getting there
Slowly shed away
Bits that no longer serve me
Until the peice fits
It's still so foreign
Will the peice ever fit me?
It hurts when it does
Do I deserve it?
What could fit a shattered lock?
What fragment wants me?
Suddenly the sun
Makes its way back to me now
I do deserve it..
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sadgaychamelion · 2 months
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Somehow, they all simultaneously see through me and see nothing. No mind to my best efforts, people always see through the persona I desperately try to keep intact. But at the same time, they don’t see through me enough. They see through my act and think they know everything, so they never bother to look deeper. And do you know how godamn impossible it is to convince people there’s more to you if they think they already broke through it? The answer is very. Near impossible really. Many people think they know me. Many people think they know the real me. But none of them truely understand my depths.
They don’t listen if I try to tell them the mind breaking thoughts I had that have left me breathless. They don’t understand that I’m capable of deep love and compassion. They’ll never realise just how much certain things have broken me. They don’t care to know past the surface of my family dynamic. It doesn’t matter how much or how often I tell them. It doesn’t matter if I shout it bluntly from a rooftop or write it eloquently on my tumblr. It doesn’t matter if I leave it in poems all across my life. Because no matter what I do, they’ll never bother to actually try and know me.
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Why?
Whats happened to me? I used to be an adorable little child not even knowing what a curse word meant? What changed? What happened that made me into the monster I am today? Why can't I just be normal? What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be the perfect girl they want? Why did I have to grow up so fast? Why do I look like this? Why do I feel like this? Have I gone too far? Should I apologize, even though its his fault I went through this? Why did he do this to me? What did I do to deserve this? Why am I so different from my sibling? Why is he perfect, and I get the scraps of love leftover? Why can't I be loved? Why can't I just like someone normally? Why can't I have a nonabusive and nontoxic relationship? Why am I so horrible? Why am I angry? Why am I sad? Why did they touch me there? Why couldn't I be the perfect kid? Why am I hated? Why am I so tired all the time? Why can't I just have average grades? I used to be so smart, now I'm just stupid. What happened to the wonderful gifted little kid? Why am I so used for my gifts? Why do I want to end it yet save myself at the same time?
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dirtytransmasc · 6 months
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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poindexter3000 · 17 days
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I want to rest. But I have to work hard enough to deserve it. I’m still looking to find the point where I have done enough.
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dragoonwys · 3 months
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Many times I feel like the sad fish you 'buy for a child because its low maintenance', stop doing that
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daedaluswept · 3 months
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It's really quite sad to think that we'll always be an imprint of other people. We don't really know who we are anymore; every word that leaves our mouth, every breath we breathe, every smile we throw at a friend feels like it's just a tiny piece of someone else we stole away to make ourselves look more likeable. In inspirational slogans and self-help books they tell you to live for yourself. I still don't really get what that means. We seem to do everything but live for ourselves. We live for the affection of others we never seem to get. We live for the love that nobody has ever expressed to us. We're living for something that was never really meant to be, I guess.
I know we can be a little bit much. The people around us always remark how it seems we have no filter, how we seem so daringly unfazed by the way the world works and how what we do affects other people. How long will it take for them to see through that? I do think it's really pathetic only one person has ever even understood in the slightest the way we feel. When your backs are turned, we claw at nothing, we let ourselves break, we cry for the empathy we wish someone could share with us.
It's so tiring to wish upon a shooting star, they're only in the sky for a few fleeting seconds to look pretty and then they fizz away, to be forgotten by the rest of the world, to be forgotten by everyone except the people who fizz away with them.
-k. r. green
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Beautiful from Ordinary Days
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happyheidi · 29 days
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚. April will bring blessings.
゚・。・゚
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bisexualpercyjacksons · 4 months
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pjo tv show episode 5 alignment:
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thatonecrazykat · 4 months
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D o y o u d e s e r v e t o b e h e l p e d . . . ?
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sleepysebris · 4 months
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:) 🖤
@mlsecretsanta gift for @thequeenofspace! happy belated holidays and apologies for the delay, had a serious family emergency followed by sickness! I had so much fun making this though, was so excited to finally draw these two 🖤 hope you enjoy!!!
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Can you draw Percy in a shark onesie and Annabeth in an owl onesie? I need it for a fanfic. Happy birthday by the way, I love your art.
They dance 🎶
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stuckinapril · 5 months
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lived my whole life in guilt bc i thought i was responsible for people's feelings. newly realizing that other people are responsible for their feelings and reactions, even if they make it seem like i'm the problem. a lot of the time it really has to do w them and their own emotional regulation. i can't keep thinking i'm not allowed to have space bc of other people's insecurities. like i literally refuse to dim myself. other people are responsible for their feelings just as i'm responsible for mine.
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mumblesplash · 4 months
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(teaching my art class)
me: and what’s the number one rule when designing characters with wings? …well?
a handful of students, sighing reluctantly: no good fa-
me (interrupting them): NO good-faith attempts at realism, EVER. you want all the bird dweebs and physicists jumping ship as EARLY AS POSSIBLE so they’re not around to cinemasins your ass when you get to the cool parts of your story, and…ugh, what now, gerald
gerald (my least favorite student): why not just do some minimal research instead of-
me: listen you little shit i can and will singlehandedly tank your 4.0 gpa
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