“With violence comes gentleness, and with gentleness comes a balance of the things we gain and the things we have lost, most of all when each of us walks blindly in the dark.”
Individual preferences are valid; everyone is entitled to their own opinions. However, there's no need to resort to such hatred and bitterness when voicing disagreement. It isn't necessary to belittle things that others enjoy or express; throwing rocks at the things people love—
If sorrow is where your heart is, I don’t see why you shouldn’t write. There is no rule that mandates you must only write about love and ignore all other emotions. Write of your sadness, your joys, your frustrations, your hopes. Everything that dwells in and within your heart.
@Sincerieliy
At the end, what truly matters is the authenticity of one's feelings. Writers, they may possess technical aspects or a solid grasp of structure, but it'll all be meaningless without genuine, raw emotions.
I’ve decided to disclose a vulnerable aspect of my inner world—an intimate part of my mind—in an attempt and effort to genuinely thank everyone who views my writings. It could be a little too raw and revealing; thoughts are always endless. Still, I invite you to give it a read.
Furthermore, there are messages of hope at the end of this piece, just as there is light at the end of every tunnel that is patiently waiting for you. Please don’t get lost. Again, thank you for being a part of my journey. You taught me how beautiful it is to share what I write.
My latest piece, a gift I fully dedicate to those who reads the things I wrote bare on this platform. All this time, I have only written mainly for myself; Personal expressions, shipwreck of emotions and such. But art's purpose is touching souls, not just mine but others, too.
and or create. Consider the impact of your words on the creator, and know that behind every creation, there is a person. At least have the decency to state criticisms openly and respectfully, rather than becoming the very image of a coward through the safety of a screen.
Social justice for all the people of Indonesia, yet institutions ignore the highest legal authority, throwing our country into a constitutional and political catastrophe. CHANGING THE LAW for PERSONAL GAIN. Trampling over people’s rights. You call that social fucking justice?
I want my end to drift like the morning mist that dissipates without trace. As quiet as an uninscribed gravestone, in the knowledge that even the most ordinary of existences may fade into oblivion with no ripple upon reality’s surface.
In hopes it could make you feel seen and appreciated. Explains why I put 'readers' in between the lines. So to those who perceived these mere disjoints, may every words resonate and mend the pieces you've hidden from sight—Hence, thank you for seeing the shadows within.
@nayouurs
Hello! Thank you for reading this writing and for considering to share it to another platform. I don’t mind at all. To make it easier, I can adjust the size for IG stories. I’ll be right back.
Tell me where is the place for me to put this rotten anger? Should I consume and devour it whole? Should I let it live only to terrify my days and my nights? Or should I water it piece by piece, only to be bitten and covered again in blood? Tell me where do you used to put yours?
there’s a genre of phrases that sound like they’re from the bible or like paradise lost, but really, really aren’t. like “there are cathedrals everywhere for those with the eyes to see” which is ofc a jordan peterson tweet about a bottle of evian. what are the others?
Tragic that neither Gojo nor Geto can truly rest in peace because their bodies were used as vessels and being pushed around like puppets even after death. Rest in peace? More like eternally trapped in jujutsu's cycle.
Filthy. Wretched. Disgusting, even. But to whom does it matter? Never have I been allowed to taste what it means to be holy. Never have I been anything other than just my brittle bones and bleeding skin and my pointless, beating heart. But good God, to whom does it ever matter?
Not as a means to an end, but as an end in itself. A release, a reprieve. A cessation of all I am, of all that I have become. Peace comes with the absence of thought, feeling, and of being. Too beautiful to escape, too ideal to contemplate.