TW!!!!!
OCD! AUTISM! DEPRESSION! ANXIETY! TRAUMA! SA!!!!! all in very specific feeling terms which are important to differentiate between triggers like numbers and calories this is a very specifically ocd rant poem!!!!!!!! morality ocd is big and scary!
today i drape over the school bathroom toilet
i am scared that my poetry no longer feels
like i am simply expelling the sickest
most
still most poems
fear is in the way
i'll get there
(how to breathe| how to think |
happy code |code to feel better
||bad behavior|
| good behavior. |
how to be sick cat |..|
how to be | ... |
| healthy cat? |
how to speak in the tone
of someone who is fine |
|.... .... ..||||..|.|~|
how to become fine.
(why me why me why me)
what is real?
I am wrong
i am wrong i am broken
nothing nothing nothing at all
emptiness is better than death
in me.
i cannot find it anymore
in that porcelain
cup of shadows
i can only find
her
not her, or her, or her or her
(though,
yes,
her
her
her
her
her
him.
him.
him. but not.)
...
its me .
i
am
finding
..
.... ..
!!
βοΈCAT!!!πββ¬πββ¬β¨β¨π₯§
WHY
am i
still
so fucking
wrong
my secretion isn't on the sides of the bowl because pieces are in her. she still keeps it.
i hope she does. i do.
and him. he will never rid himself of the guilt. i hope he learns to ..
to just ..
to .
..... ... ...........
FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU
Fuck you for what you did to me.
fuck you for being fine.
fuck you for being proud
of a goddamn lesbian
sucking your cock and fuck you
for talking about it
fuck you for breaking me to the point where i had to become something else
fuck you for reminding me that what i feel is not normal
fuck you
...... ...
............ .. .... ....
for being the filthy hierophant
i see in every man
who has touched me
why is it you that stays? who gave you such a power?
but
isn't that the point? that i can be
broken?
from him?
until the day i wasn't β
when i was her
and then
her
and her.... ( there are no
colors in this time
except the ones that return
to me.
when i am..... )
πͺπͺπ§ π€πββ¬ποΈπ¨ππΌοΈπ΄ββ οΈπ©π»βπ€π·οΈπ·οΈπ·οΈπ·οΈπΈοΈπΈοΈπΈοΈπΈοΈπΈοΈβ€οΈβ¨βοΈπ πππππππ
me !!!!!!!!!!!
πππππππΈπΊπππππππΈπππ·πππ·π·π·ππ§ββοΈπππ¦©π©°πποΈ
from the deep pit
of my stomach
why do the painful things make her louder?
why
the
fuck.
has it been nine goddamn years of this?
nine?
3 6 9 three six nine i know what the numbers are
i know why they are there
grandma
(mother of grandma) teaches me of
grandma
(mother of grandma)
when i couldnt see it you
knight of wands told me how to
keep going
you tell me that it is okay to live for more than my body
even if the thoughts never leave?
even if the thoughts never leave.
even if i
stay the same? you will still be lovable
it hurts to turn back into
a newly traumatized
confused cat self
she is yellow she is happy go lucky
she has a light she yearns
will not go out
when she gets
"better"
my thoughts about her don't feel that way
learned to live in an angry mind
in the same spot theres something else
block has vanished
all too fast
is this what hope feels like?
i am wise )
i am learning learning learning
when the fog is there and when it isn't
because i want to
i will learn
how to love
how to feel
how to understand and listen and observe the way i always have
you are right
it is better to speak than it is to die
( you speak to me through wisdom of the greats
never will i let go of
my intellect!
TRUE
intellect)
it is better to exist than it is not to cry
from the kind of pedestal
i have grown so weary of in others /
in myself)
there is intelligence in creating
is the birth of passion from knowledge?
connection ?
am i doing this
that terribly wrong?
but isnt the love
something?
OΓΉ Γ©tais-je ?
reblog for a group of crows to choose you as their leader and follow you around every waking moment
so are you trying to kill me (derogatory) or are you trying to kill me (romantic)
Someone needs to study the day after traumatizing events. Iβll have horrible flashbacks one night and then the following morning Iβll be completely fine, fully productive, back to watching Viktor edits and writing job applications with 2 hr sleep
the life series & cannibalism
the hungry & pervert mouth - silas denver melvin // 3rd life episode 8: the final life // heΜleΜne cixous // symbiosis - silas denver melvin // @/wormbus-art // minecraft last life: day 5 - red conversion // love of the wolf (trans. keith cohen)
does it bring you more or less peace? there's the answer
the bioengineering students
being fascinated by the complexities of life
seeing biology as a puzzle waiting to be untangled
diagrams of dna sketched in your notes
petri dishes and polished glassware
finding medical and environmental applications for your knowledge
studying CRISPR and other gene editing techniques
doodling in the margins of your lab notebook while you wait for a karyotype to finish
the satisfaction of a successful experiment
related: engineering, biology
you are not a collection of your worst thoughts. you are the self control you demonstrate every time you turn your back on those thoughts, the beauty of defying nature.
in need of wlw jester x holy knight content
i'm like if jesse pinkman wrote emo poetry and reblogged random shit // any prns β
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