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The Ramblings of a Divided Mind
Fred- Ey/Em or They/Them- I'm writing and doodling and posting both of them though most often writing. Short scenes and poems once a day pretty much. I have no clue what I decide to reblog or do so lets enjoy finding out.
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OKAY series of polls about sock preferences because i'm a curious autistic fuck:
(if you don't wear socks don't answer any of the other questions)
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Learning Again
An open door,
Or rather just cracked.
Funny that's how it started,
The door literally cracking open,
Push it the rest of the way yourself.
Then all the conversation, stories,
Things to share to reconnect,
A question here or there,
Slow to get to know,
But learning again.
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🇵🇸💚 Journalists in North Gaza request water, get full meal, “This is just how we are. These are our traditions!”
🔸 Source: eye on palestine (main post), mahmoud._.shalha20 (footage) and translatingfalasteen (translation)
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Half Understanding
The words aren't good.
My back tenses up,
Shields at the ready.
The words aren't bad?
I think he's not clear,
Trying his best in the mist.
It's a trusting lack of trust,
A known uncertainty.
I won't dispell the mist,
Won't clarify for him.
The words weren't good,
So I can't fully relax,
Can't trust to share the details,
But I am trusting here.
There are other places I won't.
Other people who meet silence,
Don't get the chance for good words,
When bad words might happen anyway.
The words weren't good,
But they were the best he had.
Maybe soon I'll tell him more.
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Torn Views
Nothing is simple,
There's never just two sides
And often our views are spilt,
Trying to find the good,
Understand, rationalise the bad,
See where our feelings fit,
And if it's a drop in life's tides.
Heartache is never easy,
There's a million things to feel,
Emotions to experience
All twisting till we're queasy
And oh so very real.
No wonder life gets so tense.
Emotions tear us into pieces
Or is that just our reasoning,
Our insistence there must be meaning
Rather than experience and releases?
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Mournings
I cried at the first funeral I went to,
But it wasn't from grief or pain.
I couldn't grieve someone I didn't know,
Nor be hurt by their loss from the world.
No it was echoing the emotions around me,
Copying how strangers reacted,
Learning their view of funerals.
Kids learn a lot from experiences.
Mourning has been very much the same,
Not for the person then, but each loss since.
I'm learning how to mourn and grieve,
Learning the emotions presence,
And to surf those waves of memory.
Not I don't seek black because of death,
Don't try to reflect the tears of others,
Or push myself the way I once did,
Trying to get the grief completed,
Not knowing yet that it's never done.
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Feelings in Darkness
I cry lying down,
And think when trying to sleep,
Then doze off to videos.
This isn't a list of feelings,
It's not some clear thing.
A noise can terrify me,
Open doors leave mine barricaded,
My mind spins a million ways
Never simple like clockwork or widdershins
So how could I name innumerous feelings?
Or know what darkness amplifies?
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Everyone should follow what's happening at Columbia right now. This is the largest protest there since 1968, and the admin just stripped several students of healthcare and housing.
The NYPD arrested over 108 students camping on the South Lawn yesterday. Now, thousands have joined the demonstration. As Israel prepares to commit genocide, Palestinian and Jewish students are taking the lead in protesting institutional complicity around the world.
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If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading
#Wonderland: A year of Britains wildlife day by day#mostly cause it's called wonderland#nice and interesting so far
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im tired of online discourse. look at this family of quails
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Sobs
It's not crying,
Tears coaxed from my eyes,
Breathing hard and stuttered.
It's deeper, harder, worse,
Breath choking out completely,
Forcing a scream to exist,
Pushing just for the sob to go,
Hoping the pain of it will help.
It's painful to sob, completely,
And demands our focus,
Like getting grit out of a wound.
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Gold pendant with pearls in the shape of a caravel, Patmos, Greece, 17th century
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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????
I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.
Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?
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