#internal conversation

Slytherin: yo, u still up? Wanna come frozen halls for a guildie?

Ravenclawv's brain: let's be rational, it's 4 am, why would you...

Ravenclaw: sure, what do you need

Slytherin: bring tank, I'll heal

Ravenclaw's brain: hoe don't

Brain: what if we had an idea for a book

Ravenclaw: no, I already have like 3 or 4 open, I can't-

Brain: here, have this

Brain: *5 other books ideas*

Brain: how about you make a cover, so you secure their position in your roster

Ravenclaw:

Ravenclaw: no

Ravenclaw:

Brain:

Ravenclaw: *loses staring contest*

Ravenclaw: *makes covers, starts writing 2 or 3 of those books*

Fanfiction buffer: *cries in existence*

Walk with me

See the internal things complete

There are sun's rays in dismal days waking to contemplate the intended way

Is that right or hype

Is that truth or seduction pushing you to be productive in a society constructed for subliminal human destruction

How many questions swirl about your head as you walk across guesses and estimations wishing for beginnings to beautifully hued endings

Wake to the imagings of hearts twisted into existence and know the veracity of clarity as you find your own perfected sanity

Definitions in four just to be sure that the idea upon the premise is wholly yours

Eyes wide as you walk on by spying the tried and complicated wondering why as you take your appointed time

Chaos is the honey glazed bliss that coats and flavors all existence

And we move on through proving that we determine the hue as all else work to dissolve our particular glue looking to destroy all we can do

If you walk in your bliss remember the hiss of the jealous can sound like the melody of the siren seeking to cajole and devour

Intention is the game of this hour

Know before you show

Believe before you hope

There are waterfalls in rainbows leading to pitfalls ending in the abyss that your mind still blindly dismisses

Walk with me there are things that bring clarity to the graying mists of silent agony

It is not about external belief it is about the certainty of nonconformity conforming the mind to hold its truth as sublime

I Felt Out of Control With My Bell’s Palsy and Then I Turned a Corner with Mindfulness

This is a reflection of how I have been feeling the past few months and how I am dealing with Bell’s Palsy, anxiety, and depression. It is ongoing and by no means “over.” I am not a professional medical anything and there is no medical advice here.I hope my personal thoughts inspire someone, perhaps myself, to continue to strive for success in anything the heart desires. Nothing is…

Ravenclaw: not at all.

Ravenclaw: what perfection is even for.

Ravenclaw: *is correcting her texts 1653847153 times*

Ravenclaw's brain: hey, you need to correct in one more time.

Ravenclaw: I did it, like, a million times before. I'm not a perfectionist.

Ravenclaw's brain: do it again.

Ravenclaw: I'm not a perfectionist!

Ravenclaw's brain: you are. Don't even try to deny it.

Ravenclaw: shut the fuck up, brain. I'm not. Think sometimes. Do it better or don't do it at all.

Brain: there’s plenty of food here in this room, we don’t need to leave.

Stomach: there is chocolate and a 4lb bag of after dinner mints. That’s it.

Brain: enjoy.

Other me: you like a whopping 5 people and 1 of them just ripped your heart out and stomped on it...