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⋆˚࿔‘I cry a puddle of dreams and despair entangled in misery and enlightenment’࿔˚⋆

Intricate Desires by me~

𝙸 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎,

𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝,

𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛,

𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎,

𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚍,

𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎,

𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗,

𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍.

────•°𝜗𝜚°•.────

~“And someday you will ache like i ache”

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

"When the pawn hits the conflicts he thinks like a king

What he knows throws the blows when he goes to the fight

And he'll win the whole thing before he enters the ring

There's nobody to batter when your mind is your might

So when you go solo you hold your own hand

And remember that depth is the greatest of heights

And if you know where you stand then you know where to land

And if you fall it won't matter ''cause you know that you're right" Fiona Apple 1999

Ive been thinking about this poem a lot recently.

Romanticism

When there is beauty to be found it becomes closure for the disturbed and the broken-minded, offering a home in the darkness, the darkness beholds beauty of which is mirrors the light and healthy. We as humans romanticise the pain until it becomes glorified, we feast off it and make it the norm, does this make sense? only to some it will.

Nonsense

‘Kill all the men, everything is dead to them’ - Your Flesh Is Nice by Jeff Buckley

Its all wrong and its all right but no matter what it is, it’s fucked up and repulsing; art.

Rottenness

Yearning,Rotting:Yearning=Rotting

Rotting is a desease, it eats at the dead and the living, the mind and the body. It searches every crevice of your system for every sense of life to suck out of you, its a slow painful process, it kills.

Art

Im a sad sad girl with a weird mind so to me this is written art, expressive. art.Art.ARt.ART. fuck knows what this is.

Art is not in one form, art is anything and anything you just need the open eye to see it; music,poetry, drugs, literature, misery, sex, anatomy, film, paintings, drawings, collages, each breath you take and the moon + music, the most important one of them all.

UgLy Is A..r?T

Make it make sense. Open Your Eyes……👁️

𝓲 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮₊˚⊹ ࿔

~🔮🌞🥀~

~i find raw emotions beautiful, the ‘uglier’ they are the more beautiful i think they are because its genuine. Im disgusted but also mesmerised by my own emotions. I only ever want to get worse. ive never had any wish to recover. It hurts but its the hurt that i feed off. if thst makes sense. time and time again i tend to imagine myself at the bottom of a tower thats like a prison, sprawled out on the floor. suffering because i’d finally let myself succumb to my mental illness. I dont know if any of this even makes sense.i i think its time for a cigarette🫶💖i dont wanna live(ldr reference) but atleast music is good~

𖦹₊ ⊹Anyway heres a poem~

how to never stop being sad

let the anguish fester inside of you,

let the chilling hands of this demon become your embodiment,

let the waterfall free from the imprisonment of your eyes,

drain yourself of the blood congested in your veins,

drench yourself in the crimson trickling into the crevices of your body,

as if swimming in the deepest body of water,

let yourself drown,

become the sorrows you fear,

depleted as you begin to embrace the void,

leave it free to poison your mind and body till your left an empty carcass,

walk through the simulation of life,

a living dead girl,

the void in your eyes so potent,

let the torment orchestrate your life.

~.°˖✧ 1 of 89 poems ✧˖°.~

im not so sure whether i like the poem or not but its there to read anyway<3🫶💖

~𝜗𝜚

no one really cares for what i have to say, not even my ‘friends’.this blog is like my safe space idk.i spent ages trying to make this perfect.hopefully this post reaches the girls(and non girls) that get it!💖

⋆⭒˚.⋆if your reading this i love you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

~𝜗𝜚

Spotify

𝒜 𖦹°❀⋆.･

User · 𝒜 𖦹°❀⋆.･

Song im listening to~

(i do this because i love music and im always listening to music and i like letting people know what im into)

I know - Fiona Apple

“Everything Means Nothing To Me.”

God cursed the world with treacherous penis-ridden meat sacks, causing havoc to what could’ve been peace if only they knew how to keep their crippled genitalia in their underwear. Although my hatred runs deep for those punished with masculinity, Jeff Buckley was a dear apology for God’s mistake. Jeff Buckley was perfect, the only flaw’s he beholds are those human and forgivable yet not a single flaw comes to mind at the thought of Jeff Buckley. He had a special gift; gifted with a poetic soul, the ability to craft lyrics that drive deep into your soul and embed themselves painfully yet comfortably, bringing solace to the heart yet beautiful misery. He could’ve aided in the revolutionization of the male way of thinking, bringing a respectful manner to their demeanour but God knew all too well he was too good for this evil world. Unfortunately Jeff Buckley died 29th May 1997. He is very dearly missed by many and his lyrics continue to pierce and bless the hearts and souls of many.

mourning.

“To understand me you must eat me,

consume every thought that has surpassed the minds of most at my young age,

you will consume the musical magic that has orchestrated my life,

you will see where my wit stems from,

my pain will finally be understood by those other than myself, by you my love,

to eat is to love so consume me and love every part of me,

from the tip of my toes to the top of my head,

every cell that has died and been born within this vessel of which i call my body,

every stream of blood that becomes me you will take into your system and you will feel me,

my emotions will come in waves, washing over you and giving you the guilt i once felt,

for this day,

you will ache like i ache.”

this made sense in my head atleast :|