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on unlearning how to die

the space between intention and inaction has been redefined. they say the first step to sadness is to be happy. the second step is learning loss. they tell us depression is an abundance of emotions but everyone here is a balloon deflated with time, a sun dimming as years eat away years and everything changes but nothing's really different at all. we drowned before we even saw the sea, dreaming of that cemetery a million miles deep; and still, I cry for the people worth forgetting: the girl who couldn't take enough sleeping pills to live her dreams, the boy so doped out on an inability to live that he told us about his trips to Jupiter and

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Pokemon

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Literature

Fear Not!

1. Bugs "Camping, huh..." Silver growled. "Well, yes Silver, camping." Kotone hummed as she trekked along. "IN THE ILEX FOREST?!" The brunette turned around and pouted. "So? What's wrong with the Ilex Forest?" "I don't know what's going on in your head, but do you know how hot it gets here during the summer?! And don't even get me started on bu-" Silver was interrupted by a Spinarak that landed itself on Silver's head from the tree the redhead was standing under. "Spiin!" It purred happily, smiling. "Oh hey there, little guy!~" Kotone reached out to pat the Pokémon, but suddenly she heard a whimper. "Oh...my...God." Silver muttered,

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I Know How You Feel by QuixoticApricot, literature

Uplift by goldshroom, literature

Literature

Uplift

zzz Wake up, dreamer-- your broken < heart 3 demands ! reasons ? why we're falling ap a r t And so the symbols fade with my simple point made-- never thought it was hard to call a spade a spade; no matter what we say, we'll give ourselves away-- please let me lift you up to where the angels lay; and as you touch the sky, we'll soon ignite inside-- always meant to belie the day the music died; and they'll be taking notes to spin into new songs-- they'll use rhythmic quotes to right eternal wrongs; we'll let the wounded show the scars that no one knows-- where mankind's piercing words gave way to exchanged blows. This is our revolu

sati(ate)d by lupus-astra, literature

Literature

sati(ate)d

it's ironic, isn't it? the way they say "hunger gnaws" like the way our teeth scrape against bones. for all the calories that are counted, you still feel empty. you aren't beautiful until you are digesting nothing but air and maybe your own guilt. that's just the way living is these days: swallowing glass shards to slice up your insides so you can ignore the other kind of pain your stomach is feeling. but when people ask if you're doing okay you just smile and nod even though you can't help but think "if honesty was tangible, i'd eat it right now." life has an acquired taste and some days you'd like to rip your tongue out.

Selfish Suicide by MikkiMarie, literature

Literature

Selfish Suicide

"People who kill themselves are selfish." Well, darling, let me tell you a story, A story all too true. A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother. A mother of three girls... One just above the age of a toddler, One at the age of twelve, And one entering the life of a married adult. Now, the youngest girl was watching television, And the oldest at the neighbor's home. The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend, When something terrifying happened. Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing. The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation. The mother walked calmly p

3 a.m. isn't for you by ghearradh, literature

Literature

3 a.m. isn't for you

you are a bottle of liquor, spilling out on the kitchen floor, emptying quicker and quicker until you can't take anymore. and when i try to stem the flow, to wipe your sorrow from the tile, you try so hard to let it all go when i just need you to stay awhile. "i can't, i can't," you cried, tears falling like rain from a cloud "honey, you tried," i whispered, "you knew i'd listen if you'd said your thoughts were this loud." and i'll keep trying to understand you even if your pain cannot be matched, 'cause darling, i know everything taste

This Thing We Call Depression by MikkiMarie, literature

Literature

This Thing We Call Depression

There's a story I'd like to tell, A story of a girl who was diagnosed. Diagnosed with a terrifying thing, Something that would threaten her life for years to come. Something that she could never escape, No matter how she ran, No matter how she struggled. This diagnosis was a horrific thing to the girl, Although, not surprising at all. The symptoms had swallowed her for days, Weeks, Months. Months of this thing inside of her. This thing that we call Depression. There are people who tell her, "You're only sad." However, that isn't the case. See, she was never diagnosed with sadness. Everyone knows sadness. She was never diagnosed with emo

I was studying in the physics hall and then by your-methamphetamine, literature

100 Years Minus a Day by jonathoncomfortreed, literature

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100 Years Minus a Day

I am strong because I am weak. The last time we fought, she punched me in the chest. Her knuckles broke, but my heart shattered like ice. I've learned that there's more to strength than muscles. I'm beautiful because I know my flaws. There are girls that hide their beauty, and there are girls that flaunt it. She is neither. She wears ripped-up Converse and old clothes. She smudges her mascara and still captures boys' hearts with her playful smile. I'm a lover because I'm a fighter. Her heart beats like a war drum. She plays with war paint and she'll fight for love. Didn't you ever wonder why Cupid's arrow is stained with blood? I'm f

excuses for why I'm shaking by intricately-ordinary, literature

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excuses for why I'm shaking

we live in a world of apologies. I made a mistake a year back, choosing my addiction to oxygen over less demanding things. I’m sick of trembling for problems that aren’t mine and I’m sick of trying to romanticize black holes and the indiscriminate nature of lithium and I’m sick of waking up every morning feeling sick. and truly, I’m sorry but I’m not ready to accept my role in the making of myself. I’m not ready to lament for those with a smaller pain tolerance, and for my dislike of anything that requires commitment. I’m sorry I miss you and I’m sorry I won’t admit that out

why we pity angels by intricately-ordinary, literature

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why we pity angels

to him; you are afraid of phonecalls. you are afraid of your own voice, and opening your ribcage to let your heart come live on your sleeve. you are afraid of living without caffeine or alcohol, whatever the day calls for; you are afraid of being real without laughing afterwards, becoming everything you worked so hard to get away from, acknowledging all that you still are. know this: I am afraid of loud noises. I am afraid of honesty and drowning, people I don’t know and words I won’t say. I am afraid of growing old and living alone and you not accepting me. I am afraid of myself. In that, we are the same. to her; I have the

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