"When The Pawn Hits The Conflicts He Thinks Like A King

so real, i haven’t posted in so ling but i might soon maybe

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.

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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

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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

What’s Inside a Girl?~

La petite mort - The little death

Resembling or prefiguring death; a brief weakening or loss of consciousness, specifically in sleep or during an orgasm.

everyone on this app is too real i swear. or maybe its just the side of tumblr im on. whatever but i smoked 9 cigarettes today. ive been up for 4 hours. i feel great. ill probably post like poems amd song lyrics on here idk i write poetry. whoever is reading this i love you<3🫶💖

Spotify

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User · 𝒜 𖦹°❀⋆.･

my spotify link because my music taste is amazing🙌

idk this app is my safe space

current song playing -

bag of bones - mitski 🌀

i really need a fucjung hug, a cigarette snd someone to talk to im literally about to kms i cant do this anymore. i fucking cant

anyway heres a poem or wtv

drenched in my own misery,

physically visible on my skin,

intoxicated by the burden of deeply felt emotions,

deep as the sea,

i wish to claw through the skin of my chest,

past my ribs,

to gauge out my already broken heart.

blood on my hands as my tears burn through my skin,

maybe ill melt into the ground,

maybe once the essence of my existence has disintegrated into the ground and my bones are the only part of me left,

maybe then someone will truly care for what i have gone through.

“Everything Means Nothing To Me.”

~“And someday you will ache like i ache”

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Happy 58th birthday beautiful boy, you are dearly missed by many! I love you Jeffrey Scott Buckley.

Rest easy Freddie, you are dearly missed by many! Forever the King of Queen!