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memesavior · 8 months
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hellowearerats · 2 years
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"Only a narcissistic god would give you a life to dedicate to him instead of living it."
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green-pine · 25 days
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Deep down, we both know its a lie you wish to be real
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drippingwithwords · 10 days
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I know what gets me.
All the people, who think everything is okay. They flock like pigeons to the man on city’s bench, sprinkling seeds on the ground–they act like vultures, trying to get the most kernels, never questioning anything, at all. And the man on the bench? He just stares–eyes glazed over, smiling.
And so, when you asked “what unsettles me?” That does.
Also, what happens to the people, who see through the facade, like it’s a polished-glass window?  What happens to them? They start to withdraw from it. That’s what. And they just hope so hard their spark doesn’t go out. So, they look fervently for the other matches, to keep the fire going. 
And then you asked me when I began to feel this way. As if it were my fault I can see through that window.
So, I thought, “Hey, listen Mister, I just wanted to know where it all went wrong.” And then, I looked at Hope & said, “C’mon, let’s go, I need to find someone who gets us. Maybe someone will understand–if I write-it-out.”
So, I hope you understand this.
I need somebody to understand this.
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pinesgirl · 7 months
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Me neither.
Its not really supposed to make sense, i just wanted to draw something comic-like lol
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We are visitors on this planet. Try to be at peace with yourself and help others share that peace. If you contribute to other people’s happiness, you will find the true goal, the true meaning of life. ~ Lama Surya Das
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imeao8 · 8 months
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Was he for me?
I’ve seen him before from far away, just walking passed around the halls. I always thought he was kind of cute but never to think he would see me. You see, he was a friend of a friend and I just never thought to tangle. Years have gone by, life has happened, it hit in different ways and both just-(deep breath)
trying to keep it together in one way or another for the next generations. Then one day here comes trusted music back to the rescue. Without thinking too much I saw him just vibing with his music on and mentioned something a long the lines of “I love that for you” just sensing that pure joy that sometimes music can bring, - in him. You see, little did I know that’s how we connected. Music was life for us. We could listen to music all day. All different genres and beats. But what seem to be our favorite were songs with true life meanings behind their words. We would often trade music videos as another way of communicating to each other what we wanted to say, in a song. It might not be exactly what we wanted to say, but do you know what I mean right, yeah I understand you. But that’s the thing though,
I don’t even know you yet. And already you seem so familiar,
as if when we saw each other down the hall years before, at each glance to say, I’ll see you, but I’ll stay away for right now. I don’t want to harm you.
And it’s not even that we put each other on a pedestal. I can see that he is going through pain and you know to my surprise he sees mine, and what blew me away was that he noticed and wanted to listen. Wanted to hear me clear my chest and then after make me laugh.
And I know this may seem like nothing to many, but to me as someone who is often overlooked and seen as always, the strong one. He was someone who could actually see the cracks in my armor as he had cracks himself, he could see mine. But what was so different about him was sensing the cracks and helping me see the areas where I may be leaking. Not like many others that would sense the crack and instead cause further inflection.
He is built different.
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alciefromwonderland · 24 days
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Hey, so uh!
I wrote a little one act play sort of thing. I'll have it under the cut if anyone wants to read!
Amelia - a woman in her mid 20's
Danny - a man in his mid-late 20's
[The scene opens on Amelia standing before a gravestone, a small bundle of flowers on top. The stage is almost completely bare otherwise. It is a cold winter's day in a cemetery. Amelia stares down at the grave, a look of sadness and contemplation on her face. She is wearing a sleeveless dress and rubs her arms absentmindedly.]
[Danny enters. He is dressed in a black suit and white button up shirt. Neither of them is dressed for the weather, but Danny seems far less bothered by it. He approaches Amelia who glances at him before turning back to the grave.]
Danny: Did you know him?
[Pause.]
Amelia, shaking her head: ...I don't think so.
Danny: (laughs) Don't think so? You're not sure?
[Pause. Amelia shifts uncomfortably.]
Amelia: ...I don't think I knew him.
[Beat. They both look quietly at the grave.]
Amelia: Did you?
Danny: Mm... [Pause. He contemplates his answer for a moment.] Not really. Heard about him, though.
Amelia: Yeah?
Danny: Yeah. Nothing too special or impressive or big, exciting news or anything. I mean, you can find it in the papers, but it's just because you know...they gotta report on all the deaths and everything.
Amelia: Nothing special? He was...what? Didn't even make it to 30. How does someone die that young and it's just discounted as "nothing special"?
Danny: Well, no, I just mean like...he wasn't involved in anything crazy. Just...one of those stupid kids who tried to go swimming before they should've.
[Pause. Amelia nods slowly. It's getting cold. She bunches her shoulders for a moment. Danny looks her over, realizing that she doesn't have a jacket.]
Danny: Here... [Reaches for the buttons on his suit jacket, hesitates, and drops his hands back to his sides.] Uh...listen. You should probably get back home soon. It's way too cold out here for something like that. [He gestures to her dress.] I mean...look, if you're here to see someone in particular, I can maybe help you find them.
Amelia: No, I'm... [Pause. She shakes her head.] I don't know why I'm here.
[Danny looks at her for a moment, a mix of concern and pity on his face.]
Danny: Okay...well...people don't usually come here without reason. I mean...you know, they come to see someone. They come to just enjoy the quiet. They come to learn or pay respects or to mourn. I mean...did something happen or...?
[Amelia shifts uncomfortably. She doesn't look up at him. He's a stranger and she's not sure what she should tell him, if anything. But he seems willing to listen and that's enough for her to start.]
Amelia: ...everyone I know is gone.
Danny, shocked: G...gone? Like...?
Amelia: No! No, they're not dead. They're just... [Pause.] I don't know who they are anymore.
[During this speech, Amelia slowly turns to Danny without realizing, only coming to her attention when she's looking into his eyes.]
Amelia: I don't...talk to them as often anymore. You know, we...we get busy. We all do. And that's fine. But it's...I mean, whenever I do try to catch up with them, it's like...like they're slowly fading away. Emmy...Emily...wants to be called her actual name now because nicknames are silly and childish. Chris has changed majors five times now and I just...I can't keep up. I thought Sarah and Cindy were engaged - but now she's seeing Gary? I - I haven't even spoken to Gary since we were kids, so I can't even imagine what he is doing, what he likes, who he is - but the...the people they used to be...the people I am friends with, they just...they don't exist anymore. I'm just friends with a bunch of ghosts.
[She realizes she's been staring at him, rambling. She looks down at the ground, pulling her arms in closer.]
Amelia: I'm sorry. [She shakes her head, muttering] So dramatic...
Danny: Hey... don't say that. It's not dramatic.
Amelia: But it is. I mean...I don't know why I'm so upset. They're still around. They're not *dead*, they're just... different.
Danny: Really different, sounds like.
Amelia, nodding slightly and gesturing to the grave: ...feel like I know Daniel here as much as I know...whoever Emily is.
Danny: Well...I dunno about that.
Amelia, shaking her head: (Speaking quickly and shakily) Well, I do. I thought it was just little things at first, but I... there's nothing left. We don't work in the same place. We're not part of the same clubs. Most of us don't live anywhere near each other anymore. I try to invite them over for things that it turns out they don't even enjoy anymore. I...I don't...know them anymore. I don't know if I ever did. I... they're gone. The people I loved are all gone.
[Danny nods. He has things he wants to say, but he doesn't want to burden her more. She's shivering.]
Danny: Tell you what...I'll be here tomorrow. We can talk more...when you come back with a coat and maybe some mittens, okay? I don't want you to freeze out here.
Amelia: ...maybe I do.
[Pause.]
Danny: Sorry, maybe...?
Amelia: Maybe I do. Want to freeze. I live with ghosts anyway. Maybe...maybe I should just join them. [laughs bitterly] I still...still try to bond with them sometimes. Even when they aren't there? I just...pretend they are. I watch our old favorite shows and play the games and keep up with our old bookclub series and I tell myself that I'm not alone, but...
[Danny pauses. He starts to reach out for her. She turns to look at him. She looks desperate and terrified. He drops his hand.]
Danny: My brother died when we were kids. Stayed out in the cold too long. Mom didn't know he was out there. Everyone kinda figured...you know...neglectful mom, couldn't be bothered to take care of her kid... (shrugs) She wouldn't be bothered. But she was.
[He gestures into the distance.]
Danny: The one with the flowers and the little toy car is his. She comes down and replaces the flowers every couple weeks and brings a new car when the one there already gets broken or rusted or lost. She keeps up with birthdays and Christmas and...hell, she went to all the soccer games he would've been in. Cheered for his team and...hung the victory pictures on the fridge as if he were in 'em.
[Pause.]
Danny: I think more people live with ghosts than we realize sometimes.
Amelia: It's different when they're still alive. I can't come here to mourn or...bring gifts.
Danny: No, but...
[He hesitates. He's not sure if he's about to say the right thing.]
Danny: What if you come here to make new friends?
Amelia, laughing: In a graveyard?
Danny, shrugging: You met me here, didn't you?
[Amelia smiles.]
Amelia: ...you said you'll be here tomorrow?
Danny: I will.
[Amelia looks up from the grave to Danny. After a moment, she looks over to the side where Danny had pointed out his brother's grave.]
Amelia, turning back to Danny: Same time?
Danny, smiling: With a jacket next time.
Amelia, smiling: And mittens. I'm Amelia.
Danny: Danny.
[Amelia smiles and briefly looks down at the grave with a curious look. She turns back to Danny.]
Amelia: Well...I'll see you tomorrow, Danny.
Danny: See you tomorrow.
[Exit Amelia.]
[Danny looks at the grave and approaches it. He rests his hand on the slide, sliding it up towards the flowers. His hand stops just before he touches them. He sighs.]
[Lights down. End scene.]
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deadpoetneenzs · 1 year
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🌱you will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life
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bla-dez · 1 year
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hey
still very much alive and ambivalent toward what life is suppose to mean/be about 
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memesavior · 5 months
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ecoamerica · 19 days
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tigerden-blog · 1 year
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I think you'd like this story: "UMA" by SubhabrataChowdhury on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/326333815?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=SubhabrataChowdhury&wp_originator=SWrJ7F3mXfUaCws410WMXZ6%2B6tW9f56G5tpwrlJ7dqOzf2e4qD2QblsIEjVrhE9KAC%2BeHIDgvO3055Gc%2FBOxfvSwT%2B6W7culE%2FKcb9Oyf53rPVDDE3U04VxTgurR0l7H
A story of life a story for life #story
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“We are the custodians of life’s meaning. We long for a parent to care for us, to forgive us our errors, to save us from our childish mistakes. But knowledge is preferable to ignorance. Better by far to embrace the hard truth than a reassuring fable.” -- Carl Sagan
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green-pine · 2 months
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Phone derealization
(made with my fingers on my phone notes lol)
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donotdestroy · 5 months
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