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A dead inert thing by Anonymous👆

Twisted Tryst by LittleDesertFlower 👇

Can you please hand out any hope I can cling to?

I have notifications on for your posts and yet can't bear to open each one because I know it will hit me so hard I'll want to sink into earth

and I don't wanna die just yet

I want to live life vibrantly and with joy, grass, green, wonder, sunlight, all of the things that make it easy to breathe or at the very least, easier

pero I'm so lonely and achy and whiney and shaky I hate who I am and all that I stand for, I'm a fraud and a fake! I say I love love and then live in my hate I can't stand myself and my existence

I wish I could live inside poetry like a blog, like your blog, like a tiny post existing as it is, not real but real anyway, not real enough to touch but real enough to touch

What do I do with my life what do I do with my life why am I spending my days alienated and tested for things I'm no good for why am I doing this to my life who let me do this to my life what do I do with it now

hello, my friend! I guess we're on the same train now, plagued by the same guilt of being alive but not really living ... reading your message felt like a soliloquy, my own soliloquy for you so gently grazed your fingers on my bleeding wounds.

I myself am trying to make me live, if that makes sense. No one really tells you that you might have years when you have to actively convince yourself to stay alive, no one teaches you how to do that.

By clinging to the littlest of things is how I operate. a song, a poem, a photo, a minute, a memory, a tasty snack or a warm cup of coffee, an idea, a painting, a stupid joke I've heard somewhere — I gather all these things in my hands to keep them occupied, so that they wouldn't do something unrepairable, irreversible.

What I've understood so far is that we go through seasons of (1) living despite, (2) living for and (3) simply living.

You and I, it seems, are at the mercy of the first one. To live despite is what we should do — despite the alienation, despite the loneliness, despite these spiteful thoughts and horrors. Once this season is over, we'll move on to the second one: to live for. This one, I think, will be much easier to travel through because the days here are full of little droplets of hope that attach themselves to your skin and don't leave your side until you reach the final season: simply living. Living here is as easy as it is to breathe. This is our destination.

I know that I didn't answer your questions and that I'm not capable of doing so. I'm sorry. I myself have decided not to seek answers anymore. As Rilke said, Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer. Perhaps you do carry within you the possibility of creating and forming, as an especially blessed and pure way of living; train yourself for that — but take whatever comes, with great trust, and as long as it comes out of your will, out of some need of your innermost self, then take it upon yourself.

I'm accepting the happiest days of my life (that are yet to come) as my lighthouse and I'm sailing toward them. Hopefully you'll do the same.

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Gilmore Girls Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Rory Gilmore/Jess Mariano, Lorelai Gilmore & Rory Gilmore, Luke Danes & Jess Mariano, Luke Danes & Rory Gilmore Characters: Rory Gilmore, Lorelai Gilmore, Jess Mariano, Luke Danes, Emily Gilmore, Richard Gilmore, Liz Danes Summary: So when Lorelai told her that Chris might come to the party, Rory started practicing what she was going to say to her father. In front of the mirror, on the bus, to Babette’s cat. She was going to make him stay, she knew it, I mean how could you leave a child like Rory Gilmore? Rory fanned out her report cards, took out her artwork, and hung up the best ones in her room, and she proudly displayed her trophies on the top of her bookshelf. Her plan had to work. He unlocks the apartment to find the place wrecked with broken bottles, vases, and just papers everywhere. Liz is nowhere to be seen, she did what she does best: ran. He backs out of the apartment and sits on the stairs, arms carefully balanced on bent knees. His face crumples, eyes threatening to burn. She’s done this before, but Jess will hope, he sits and waits.

So I fill my time with people who don’t taste like you. Ones whose names get caught on my tongue, because they are not José. I like those, whose names taste like gasoline and almond milk. Who coat my tongue with wit and charm, but never let me forget about you. 

word count: 768

I had to put it in numbers for I can know how to lay it out -without it being out of order. so do excuse the cruddy numbers. I will post the rest through my imgur, as always since again Tumblr doesn't allow me to upload no more than 10 pictures.

Here is the rest;

Now onto the topic of what these screenshots are -unless you decided to go straight ahead, and read it -than okay um..yeah o.o;. sigh didn't even let me explain nothing at all. -but the reason why I am sharing this is of course to raise awareness, and to be bluntly honest with y'all that this is 'exposing' the truth of where "feminist" in this -ugh, generation get their information from. Yes they stole it from the Bible -not lying here. it's really disgustingly low of them to do this -sadly.

-i know that feminist are going to get majorly triggered by this post -lmao. I honestly do not care at all, because what I wish to accomplish here is to give the people what they need to know, and actually believe it or not if y'all aren't interested in this topic. -I seriously thank you so much, for taking your time to read, and look at this post.

(Note: I noticed I repeated myself again so just gonna leave it as this starting my comment -apologize for that) -Again I know I will get major hate messages from people. I get them on a random bases, because of having an opinion -which is part of freedom of speech by the way. -So if you come to harass me, and attack me just like the rest. You are proving to everyone that has seen this post -that you are nothing but a group of crazy, disgusting people that need help. -i have stumbled upon many people like yourself (those who are going to attack, and bash me for this), and I wanted to ask you -how the hell do you even have people who support you, and like your personality in total? Your actions online show through yourself irl. So I can only imagine what it's like when someone disagrees with you on a topic like this. I honestly feel bad for those who encountered your group of crazies.

But, that's all I wanted to make clear. If there is anything else you wish to talk to me about, on this topic -please do ask away. I will try to answer the best way I can. If I do fail, because of my crappy way of explaining things -than I 'apologize' for that.