Seven Months Vs. Seven Years – coming clean is coming home

A post from my new project and blog. Please follow 💞 We could say we’re right back where we started, but nothing could be further from the truth. So much has changed, and over such a short period of … Seven Months Vs. Seven Years – coming clean is coming home

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building solid ground

It’s been over four months since we left. We’ve been floating ever since. My love, I will hold your hand until the world stops spinning. We can hold …building solid ground

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The Calming of the Storm

I am so tired of trying to exist in several different forms.Taking on one appearance for Twitter. One for Instagram. Mastodon. WordPress. Social Media in general..Finally created my own website to breakaway from this disconnect and yet… I always end up all over the place…Things have been… an adventure. A wild motherfucking adventure.And I’m tired. But not of the adventure. Of keeping to myself…

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Some Updates <3

Hi friends; it’s been a while since I sat down and actually talked about what I’ve been up to so… hi hey hello this is me trying to make a slight, introverted appearance back into the world. Thanks for having me. I recently reached a personal milestone. Nine years free from self harm… I’m terrified of where this leaves me however. Things are… unstable. And I’m not riding this current very well…

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Feeling Squishy

I want to love you in the most innocent ways Learn how you like your coffee and memorize the way you take your tea Prepare it in the morning and leave it on your nightstand So the first thing you see to start your day Is a small, comforting, gentle reminder That you are cared for, cherished, and loved I want to wrap my arms around you Leave an imprint of your soul in my chest And keep you…

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Body Flares

Good days lead to bad flares My body doesn’t carry me the way it used to and I’m starting to slip through my own two hands I’m at war with myself; at war with her This figure in the mirror Neither of us remembers who threw the first punch But we both hold grudges and resent the need to move forward Blame goes both way Rivers and valleys etched into my skin And failing chemistry to the…

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Journal Prompt of the Day

Today’s journal prompts: “How do I confront my inner critic? In what ways have I been speaking to myself recently?” Sometimes we can be our own worst enemies… How have you been speaking to yourself recently? You deserve kindness and compassion; especially from yourself.  Try to find a way to treat yourself gently today. With love, XxMMT

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Heartache…

Your red flags looked beautiful through my rose tinted glasses. My heart aches for who I was when I was 19. She accepted the love she thought she deserved… I wish I held her more tightly. I wish the pain you caused me at 19… 21… 23.. I wish… I wish I knew I deserved to be held; safely. Safety. A beautifully twisted concept I’m not sure I’ll ever grasp… XxMMT

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sad girl

I saw stars in your eyes The bright lights called to me Blazing and beautiful But I flew too close Caught up in the aura and forgetting the harsh reality of the scorching sun I never thought you would hurt this badly… XxMMT

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Journal Prompt of the Day

Hello friends. As a first attempt at some consistency I’m trying to share a journal or shadow work prompt each day for the next month —  or at least a week right like that’d be nice… I’ll be sharing my own entries using the prompts on my $5.55 patreon feed ✨ Here is my very first prompt: “What is one small way I can show myself gratitude today?” I’d love to hear all your thoughts. I hope…

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“I wasn’t supposed to be here this long…”

Another month has passed me by; and I, again, have nothing to show for it. Lost. Alone. Desolate. Desperate. Trying too hard to make sense of something senseless. There was never meaning here, was there? “I’m glad you’re writing again” I was, I was. And now? Who knows, Who knows. But I try When the light falls and night creeps in I tuck myself under the weight of my heavy held heart…

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A (Re)Introduction

Welcome here; Welcome home Hello All. My name is Megan Marie and I have been writing for as long as I can remember. From short stories about an imaginary cat traveling to outer space in the 3rd grade — to self publishing a chapbook of poems in 2019 — I have always felt more at ease when words flow through me. I am a childhood trauma survivor. I have struggled with my mental health for half of…

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Unraveling

I haven’t done anything creative since the beginning of this year.. and it’s almost April. Well… I guess, in all fairness, it is officially spring. Maybe Aries season will be the time I come back to life. Everything has changed. And it all happened so abruptly that my head is still spinning. I’m not sure where to even begin. I had been with my lover for seven years.. and now we are awkward…

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No hate to Wiccans but if I mention being a witch and someone goes “Like a Wiccan?” one more time I am gonna LOSE IT

Sorry I cried wordlessly and motionless in your arms for like 30 minutes, that was probably scary. Can I still suck your dick?

*moving expired potions from the shelf labeled Healing to the shelf labeled Poisons*

just tryna “hmph” my way into some cuddles and headpats