Bad habits
Shaded Vibe with the Night Sky
Scattered noise with crazies jumping around, signs of no movement when all they do is hop to make something. Rather than take their skills to someplace more futuristic, going from kart to kart with the same old music. Stuck underground with nowhere to run, having to listen even when headphones are on. Take a deep breath and count to ten, for once it’s over, it has already began.
By The Kind Quill4 years ago in Confessions
What was the point
Another letter that will never cross your mind. I have spent 41 years loving you. Doing kind things to make you smile. Reminding you, you are worthy of love and kindness. It never mattered we weren't together, until we were. All I wanted was to make you happy, didn't have to be with you to do that.
By Lee Naylor4 years ago in Confessions
A Face Palm of a Day: Part 1
"Shit." Kate groaned squinting at her phone, trying to shield the bright October sun that was boring into her eyeballs. She had yet to put a shade over her window. That's something that's, "on her list." Ohh, the infamous list. A mile-long mental list of things Kate knew she would never do.
By Leah Lawrence 4 years ago in Confessions
Did you realize this is actually a bad habit?!
All my life I thought my fortitude and inner strength was an asset. I thought my ability to compartmentalize and bypass my emotions was a different type of intelligence. I could always find the bright side of any situation whether it was in the form of a lesson or as part of connecting the dots of "well if that didn't happen then I wouldn't have met so and so". It is only in these last couple of years that I learned what I was doing has a name and it was a form of spiritual bypassing.
By Hilery Hutchinson4 years ago in Confessions
Phoenix rising...
...am I really nothing but persistent. Thinking that I have somehow failed at life. When I sit down to write all my previously wonderful thoughts that were concocted during a fruitful shower are quite literally, washed down a drain. I have a little faith that those things will come back to me, not ye of little faith but perhaps just so...
By Lady Bt4 years ago in Confessions
Preparing For Gastric Sleeve Surgery
I just had my first visit with my nutritionist. We talked about how my diet will change after the surgery, and she sent me some more reading material. I have to admit, I'm a little nervous about how my hypoglycemia is going to handle the full liquid phase. There are protein drinks and powders I will heavily rely on during this time. So I'm hoping to do okay.
By Susan F Weimer4 years ago in Confessions
Wings of Pastrami pt. 4
I try to pinpoint the exact moment I tipped over into “catching feelings” with my favorite FWB (friend with benefits), Aaron. I think it was post marathon-blow-job, in the backseat of his car as he relayed the details of his family tree. I remember noticing that his voice sounded different in those moments. He tends to speak in a slightly sardonic, vaguely mocking tone but as he recounted his distant family background, his voice was deeper, calmer, and with no pretense. It was also one of the few times we’d lingered after sex. We’ve spent entire nights together and cuddled in various beds, but we never really have conversations about everyday things.
By Elle 4 years ago in Confessions
Is Life Chasing You Or Are You Chasing Life?
- “The only thing constant in life is change”-Heraclitus. While reading this you might think she might got some answers to why the hell I’m lost, or even how can I change my way of thinking but truthfully I don’t. By the end of writing this I will have mastered my mind, my body , my soul and what it all needs not wants. While self mastery can be intimidating, our biggest enemy can be ourselves. Battling with our mind, fighting our decisions and for many losing a positive self expression . Taking the time to self evaluate is taking the time to learn who you are now and what’s in store next! But always remember it all controls your destiny.
By DelSalon Wright4 years ago in Confessions
#2
The title is code. I love Manhattan. Nobody Smiles Anyomore. Fake Fiance wanted to smash lastnite, I rejected her. Today was my first day walking the streets of soho since I was 20. I fell back in love with the mass stimulation of the simulation. People like ants, going about their days using common paths, doing general common tasks. Some dressed like icons. Icons dressed as if working for minimum wage. I was meant to start a courrier job today, but I took the wrong train, twice. I didn't check the letter of the train when it arrived. It was meant to be. Sunshine (my chinese friend) couldn't meet for smoothies. She's someone i've never been close to but find her style incredibly attractive. I had a beautiful afternoon, walking around, consumed by classic architecture, wall tags, graffiti, and temporary advertisments, people yelling "i got shot each time" into their airpods. So many colors. So many sounds. The unique unworldly smells of the metro that make you think covid actually grew from the depths of those tunnels.
By LameNessNameLess4 years ago in Confessions
A Day Inside the Mind of an Addict
A Day in the Mind of an Addict To put in words is nearly impossible, as an addict's mind is one of the most complex, driven, and artistic things you will ever tap into. Before we dive into this chaotic and self destructive mind, we must first understand what I define as an addict! In my mind, an addict is someone who puts their high above anything else, and will get that high by any means necessary. I will give you a brief but detailed introduction of myself…..
By Zach Brubaker4 years ago in Confessions
Village Routine
Sitting alone in her room, Claudia stares at the clothes spilling out of her wardrobe. It reminded her of a time when she used to have a life, at least be an active participant in life. Striking a match to light another cigarette. The alarm starts blaring. Its been years since she has been woken by an alarm. Rather naturally at least 20 minutes before hand. Still, she sets it. A calm routine in it.
By Chiara Ann Vicary4 years ago in Confessions
