I was just adding stuff to my Amazon wish list and I forgot my ex was still linked because I haven’t been on it and it notified me he isn’t involved anymore and now my stomach hurts. I hate feelings and bullshit people.
Stretti lunghi serpeggiano,
volatile luccichio di sonore polveri.
Rapide volano le civette
dee senza scrigni.
Stretti lunghi serpeggiano.
i vetri dai respiri dipinti
di appannato silenzio.
Respira nuovamente l’aurora
e l’orso polare s’accascia nell'ombra.
Stretti lunghi serpeggiano
rimane orfano l’ultimo gemito.
Il fiore si apre appena, sboccia e decade.
Rumore di passi lontani.
2 am, can’t sleep. Can’t stop thinking. My mind feels like it’s running at a million miles a second yet not at all.
#11
My heart feels empty
But in the way where i have finally let go
It’s as if my heart was a bucket, and the toxic waste has spilt out
It’s feels cleansed in an ethereal glow
Its regained its innocence to love
I’m ready to learn what it’s like to love the person who I see the reflection of
I’m ready to bring in the good back in
And I know now how to shield out the bad
Thank you, for showing me what I deserve
Thank you for loving me with nothing you had
If you want please share with us why or why not.
As with all other add on posts here, no judgement will be allowed. Whatever your views are, they are valid and important. Nor does voicing a certain view at this moment in time mean it can never change. This is a safe place to have a fluid process that can lead to better understanding for yourself.
There was something about that person that you just couldn’t stand.
Mostly, it seems, they had something you wanted so badly but could never have, and that is what filled you with a seething feeling everytime you saw them.
You couldn’t bear to see them around anymore, alive, so you took matters into your own hands. You put them out of their misery to alleviate your own.
Jealousy works up an appetite, though. Their parts were strewn among the blood-stained tiles of the floor as you daintily ate them. Crimson fingers pulling off thin sheets of flesh, blood brushing at your lips as you ate the bits of the tender limbs and body parts. It tasted just fine, rather good. At least it was enough to soothe the empty pit in your stomach.
But did it soothe the empty cavity of your heart?
In a way, maybe, by eating them, you could absorb their essence, attain all those things you’d envied them for, all for yourself. Now that their body would merge with yours, now that you were one being, maybe you could finally be better than them.
But maybe it’s just wishful thinking.
You wonder if anyone will miss them.
I don’t want love that I have to beg for. I don’t want to ask you for your time or for your effort or for something as simple as a phone call. I know I am stubborn and aggressive. I know I apologize too much and speak to softly. I am complicated and anxious. My needs and wants are mixed up and confusing. On some days I will want and need different things then the next. I know for a fact that I want to be loved so badly that every time I walk away from something that is not meant for me it is painful. It will always be painful. I have cried too many tears for men that did not deserve me. I have wasted too much time on men that did not know or care how to love me properly. I would rather spend my time alone then force myself to stick around for another man that does not love me properly. My heart aches for all of the pain that I have gone through,but I know that in time I will be just fine. I always find a way to get over the things that I swore were going to destroy me.
In Lucifer, Los Angeles is shot with so much love and color, it becomes a character with a feeling all it’s own. It’s Escape.
In A Discovery of Witches, the age and size of every mind-bogglingly beautiful location reminds you of your own impermanence. It’s Longing.
Me ha roto, aunque no se lo haya dicho a nadie.
Aun así, quisiera mantenerlo vivo, quisiera repetirlo e intentarlo de nuevo. Pero ninguno de los dos está listo para mantener una relación. Yo soy muy ingenua y tu muy inmaduro. Solo nos haríamos daño si estamos juntos.
Sin embargo, si el destino nos vuelve a juntar, si la vida decide volver a jugar y nos volvemos a cruzar, más crecidos, menos inmaduros; si seguimos sintiendo esa extraña atracción que me hizo buscarte cuando ni tu nombre sabía y, sobre todo, si tu te atreves, caminaría contigo por aquellas sendas que la gente suele llamar amor.
This painting took a hidden feeling of mine and brought it to light. Reńe Magritte’s Time transfixed talks to you like your imaginary friend(lets be honest guys) who knows you inside out and tells you harsh truths without ever judging you. Looking at the painting, our attention goes straight to the locomotive charging out of fireplace. It disturbs the mundanity of the scene and took us by surprise. The painting also emphasizes the clock placed over the fireplace in front of a mirror and in between two candles. Through the combonation of these odd objects, Magritte captures our vacillated and lost selves. The one which yearns to be a part of the crowd, to get emotional fulfilment socially. But at a certain point, wants to be left alone with his/her gloomy thoughts. The picture seems like a real motion event in which the locomotive may charge through the fireplace at any moment and disturbs the placidity of the room. But at the time It is stopped. It enters our consciousness and urges us to think about our banal but hidden feeling. It tries to redeem those moments when you are unwelcome and do not want any intrusion of any kind even after having many friends. It also depicts our desire to capture and eternalise delightful moments with someone before they become memories. This is the level of contradiction this picture tries to capture. The reflection of left candlestick is visible, but it’s not the same for right one. This represents our two contrasting feelings. We carry this dilemma our whole lives and in the way we get misunderstood by people. Its quite interesting how Magritte uses locomotive and clock to bring these feelings to the surface, but only through these candles we see their faces. The mirror does not reflect the rest of the room and tries to focus our attention to these candles. Every object carries a sense of purpose, it only depends on the viewer to extract these purposes. This painting assures us about the normality of our feelings and tells us its not our fault.
