War Has Come. Where Is My Artillery? We Have Failed, Drastically, To Reach A Truce With Life. So Now,

They wanted me to become a man who fights for his respect. But I became a man who respects himself. And that’s how I became awkward— and I loved

that

kind of awkwardness.

there is beauty in building up something, love in watching it grow, Satisfaction when it stands and experience when by fate it fails.

Some say hope is a good thing, others all heartedly warn us against it. Country men , isn’t that life? that what frees some enslaves others and completely dismantles them out of existence.

art by @kmcvisuals

The Woman You Wanted Me to Be.

When I think back now,

I see how you abused me,

without pulling my hair,

without slamming my head against walls,

without forcing yourself on me.

But you broke me all the same.

You compared me to other women,

made me wear your favorite color

red when I hated it most

and

ordered me to paint my lips

for every walk i had

beside you.

Now that I remember,

I never lived freely with you.

It was exhausting,

it was toxic Fred.

This imaginary dream,

it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.

However please, do not awake me.

Do not save me.

Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.

For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.

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replies were restricted so i kind of reblogged in order to reply, am kinda attached to it in someway..

It's positive that your friend recognizes that they don't feel the sorrow of others. It can be tough to acknowledge that, but it's also a step toward understanding why that happens. Sometimes, we might become disconnected from our emotions or the emotions of others due to various reasons, like past experiences or self-preservation. It’s important to be aware of that so we can work on becoming more in tune with others’ feelings. If your friend is open to it, maybe they could explore what’s causing that emotional distance and whether it’s something they'd like to work on

guys

what does it mean if you hurt someone

and

you don’t feel anything

…

asking for a friend

…

Permanent holes drilled by mirrors

Darkness comes on once in a while, it’s hard to escape it completely. A few who have triumphed escaping it are geniuses, precious and are lucky. To the rest of us, darkness visits once in a while

rantandreleasespace@gmail.com

sometimes you want to deep talk. other times, laugh at how unfair life is. then there are days you want to be crude as hell, unfiltered, messy, real.

but...

social media feels too loud. friends feel too busy. texting feels dry. even your notes app is tired of you.

and still... the heart swells. the mind spins. the soul aches for softness. for being heard without performing. for depth without interruption.

that’s how rant and release was born.

for the ones who: → overthink everything. → replay conversations or decisions on loop. → feel it all and still carry it all. → need to vent but don’t want pity. → want to share but not with just anybody.

it’s old-style. it’s basic. it’s messy. but I promise — when you find me there, we’ll laugh at life together, get scared together, maybe even get cruder together. because in there, it’s us against life.

one email away: rantandreleasespace@gmail.com

no rules. no perfection. just human. though, NOT THERAPY.