"I Want To Rip My Skin Open And Say, "See? I Bleed, But I Do Not Bleed Red. Is This Black You're Seeing

I've lived and felt for 30 years but she just smiled at me and I'm discovering emotions for the first time

- sacrificial sinners by j rose

"Yes, I'm a murderer. Be it for Good or Evil, I play culprit of several last breaths- Nothing can justify that- Yet somehow... I crave warmth."

"I blame the cold that rests within my core, for it makes me tremble and yearn for even a speck of fire. Perhaps it's why at the end of the day, I always find myself melted in your embrace. For I am a parasite. A parasite that leeches off your love," his eyes meet hers, "Stay away from me if you feel dire need of affection. Cryogenic knights have no love to offer." His tone is more direct this time, a vain attempt to seem intimidating. "Besides, Heat only melts ice."

Context: he's made of ice but she's made of Fire lmao, I love yin n yang tropes

Despite it all I will live. Life wants to fuck me over? I will live fucking despite it. Pushes me around beyond my breaking point and further? I will live despite it.

Even though something is clawing at my insides, even though I realize how intolerable my pain is when I sit down and let everything sink in, even though the cookies I tried to bake tasted like frozen butter, even though dad hurt me again and mom didn't quite understand again,

I'm going to go on despite.

Why?

Because one thing bigger than my self-pity is my ego. And I am playing the most egotistical game with life.

And I will win. (Also my cat is rlly cute she makes me want to live)

That line from "because this is my first life" that goes like - 'Love is a Privilege in Marriage'.

Yea. That line.

Old poetry is such an unexpected GEM

Darling, how I wish I could tell your gentle soul how light flickers atleast twice before it is eternal.

For the most virulent of snakes would spit off their venom to kiss your name, when it is but etched on a rock;- how when timid dark ravens will curl themselves in vines that reach from behind your tomb, would then flaunt their wings spreading life around like scattered glitter.

And the rain would skip you when souls begin to raise their cupped hands crying for water,

For your stubborn petals bloom with tears that are only now salty in your mouth."

Now someone tell me what was going through my mind at 12 years old because clearly there is plot behind this.

I feel as though my mind is barren. Like I can't produce more for my writing. Even the simplest of lines are starting to fascinate me now.

Writing was supposed to be therapeutic...

.. not this.

what if i put a gentle yet firm hand on your chin to hold you still while i put lipstick on your lips. and you were kneeling and i was standing and looking down at you and making eye contact. what then

at this point in time, the epitome of moral bankruptcy is engaging in whataboutism

especially when one side has food cut off by the occupier who also bombed the main bakeries

when one side has fuel cut off by the occupier who also bombed the power plants

when one side has had all humanitarian aid preempted by the occupier who also bombed over 15 hospitals

when one side is ordered to evacuate by the occupier who is also placing the whole population under a 16 year siege

stop inserting futile and absurd ~"counter arguments"~ and read the fucking room!!

““If you’re struggling and your people are just sitting there watching you struggle, they’re not your people.” Unknown”

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