DŒHäk

I would lay there in my bed 

and crave for that sweet sound of silence

   My wish for death almost came true 

but in those final moments 

I wished so bad for that breath of life 

And Wishing I hadn’t wished for death.

   I had once wished to fall in love 

i would lay there in my bed 

and yearn for it to be filled with two touching souls,

not just a cold body and pillows 

My wish for love had one day come true 

but the more the time passed,

the more i wished that the feelings weren’t just one sided 

And wishing I hadn’t wished for love

   I had once wished for hope 

I would lay there in my bed 

searching for a future 

but all I saw was darkness 

   My wish for hope had finally come true 

but the more I hoped 

the more I wished I could just have, not hope to have

And wishing I had never wished for hope

   We wish on stars and pray to gods 

only to find that we wish we hadn’t wished at all.

Pure Emotion…

I come from a place of pure emotion. A place that can either wrap me up inside the coziest kind of cocoon full of so much colour and light, or can drown me under the darkest waves that threaten to pound me into the very depths of the ocean. Like the San Andrea Fault, my emotions can be unpredictable and without mercy. There are some days when I walk a tightright between what I feel deep down inside and what I feel is expected of me, as I attempt to navigate my way through a world that continues to spin round and round. My emotions sometimes end up pulling me under a raging surf without warning, and at other times they fling me up into the stars where I find myself making wish after wish because I so want to believe that feeling things as deeply as I do really is a good thing. But it is so difficult during those moments of renegade riptides. It’s hard to keep the faith when it seems like during an especially tough moment that you don’t stand a chance of winning in the end. And when those darker emotions manage to pull me under their foamy darkness, I wonder if this is the moment that I feared the most. That moment where I cease to feel anything ever again because my darker emotions have taken over as my whole world is painted in the blackest kind of black, and I am no longer anything anymore.

Taurus: How much longer until I have written the answer to us?

Cancer: There's a place inside me not measured in miles or time. it is universes deep & you are in every one of them.

Gemini: Ever die in someone’s arms and have them not notice?

Leo: Maybe you could make the night smaller for me, darling, did you know that I would think about you forever?

Scorpio: Behind all of the words that I say, there is always an I miss you lingering.

Sagittarius: I’ve been eating sunlight with my hands again, but have you ever seen the rain save a flower just to drown it?

Virgo: The only art I want is your arms around me.

Libra: I don’t say goodbye, I just fade with the morning light.

Capricorn: I wanted to hold the universe, so I reached for your hand.

Aquarius: I used to think that I wanted to hold you until nothing mattered.. now nothing matters anymore because I can't.

Devil’s fingers (Clathrus archeri), also called octopus stinkhorn, is a fungus which has a global distribution. The young fungus erupts from a leathery “egg” by forming into four to seven elongated slender arms initially erect and attached at the top. The arms then unfold to reveal a pinkish-red interior covered with a dark-olive spore-containing gleba. The mature fungus smells like putrid flesh.

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See the fungus erupting below:

A lot of folks in the comments are talking about writing on themselves or setting phone/calendar reminders. Your mileage may vary on those. You may also want to consider ways to set a habit of referring back to a planner or similar every day/hour.

To get those brain juices flowing, check out this Buzzfeed article on different ways folks with ADHD stay on top of things.

VISUAL BACKGROUND NOISE?!

( the echo of your non-existence teases me, engulfs me )

why are you here?

( why are you not here? )

i dissolve into your unreality like a puddle of roses

( unable to be, I am all in you

all in loss

a sighing flame of nothingness

breath- & shadowless

m i s t

in human form )

You could even call it

The temptation of the void.

It’s simply a mesmerizing misery,

When you can hear

A serenade of agony.

When you can feel

The euphoria of failure.

When you can see

Without exception, each lonely essence.

And you wish to be one,

With the anxiety of a blissful ignorance