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  • eramnesia 8w

    Why am I not able to read comments
    Should I have to consult a doctor?

    Hell yeah it's an original content ©eramnesia

  • eramnesia 20w

    tired mood drops fist blows eyes faded behind hysterical tears that’s what it is –hysteria—not panic not anxiety just beside myself barely balancing on anything real tiptoeing through mine fields timers set with my own hands under grey skies I surmise what might be and why just to pass the act of time stroking my will like trying to calm a child  breathing in and out if only to console the awareness of being alive of persisting of swallowing ten pounds of pain for every one milligram of medicine to fight it struggle is the most base animal function to motivate survival of course this suffering is pure spirit of course the spirit is built by the brain a thin sheath of skin overlaying the utter physicality of neurons like a watch that creates time hysteria beside myself inconsolable as in the pain of lightening is piercing my core like a reality you can’t grip with your mind and can barely hold within your body.

    @wine_mirrors come to save you
    @dusky_dawn is dead ig.

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    Hysteria

  • eramnesia 20w

    Does it still work?

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  • eramnesia 41w

    -i want coffee runs at midnight
    and random texts at 3 pm
    about dumb things that 
    go through your head during the day.
    i want horror movies while you 
    cover your eyes and recoil behind my shoulders
    but insist that you weren’t that scared
    when i call you out on it.
    i want getting lost in a foreign city
    and our phones are out of battery 
    and all we have is each other 
    and the beautiful alien scenery 
    as we try to find our way back.
    i want petty fights about mundane things
    and screaming at each other 
    and slamming of doors
    but i become yellow 
    when you are red 
    brightening up your dark days
    and you love me all the same.
    i want awkward first times
    while our mixed anxiety
    and hesitation 
    strangles us up in a corner
    but a brief eye contact
    puts both our demons at ease
    and the world feels much lighter.
    i want spending hours in museums
    trying to find the perfect artefact
    that we can make a meme out of
    and the security guard gives us a warning stare
    as we run through greek sculptures
    amongst the gods and the semi-humans
    all the greatest tragedies and love sonnets in one room.
    then there is you
    then there is me
    trying to find a middle between 
    two extremes. 


    - i want all the good, the bad, and the ugly.

    @writersnetwork

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  • eramnesia 43w

    there is a very real tendency of teenagers with anxiety disorders self diagnosing with considerably more stigmatized and impairing mental illnesses (e.g. schizophrenia, DID, personality disorders), but the best response to that isn't to get angry with them for "appropriating" lol. instead you show them coping resources for the problems they're actually having and deemphasize diagnostic categories in general. if an 18 year old is claiming to have alzheimer's, they're probably making an innocent mistake and are in genuine distress. be kind.

  • eramnesia 43w

    It's all about...
    All about hating people
    All about mocking on others

    Then call it a meme And laugh how people get offended.

    Yes you're a human too
    Don't forget that.

  • eramnesia 43w

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  • eramnesia 44w

    Loving you is not expecting something from you; is simply waiting for you, silent, night and day.

    Loving you is not demanding of you, it is not forcing you,
    It is not to pressure you, it is not to convince you,
    It is not defeating yourself;
    is to help you free yourself from yourself,
    of me, of everything,
    is to lend you my breath, to seduce you
    without desires, or objectives,
    is to enjoy yourself.

    Loving you is not
    reject your flaws;
    is to make me sensitive to them
    and make you sensitive to them,
    never expecting you to change them.

    Loving you is not
    take refuge in your person;
    is to build a shelter together,
    with our own hands,
    where the whole world can fit.

    Loving you is not wishing
    be the center of your life;
    is to drive you,
    If you let me,
    if I can do it,
    to the life of your center,
    without seeking rewards.

    Loving you is not giving up
    to my dreams for you;
    is waking up from my dreams,
    with you,
    taken from your hand.

    Loving you is not flattering you
    is not puffed up,
    It is not weakening you
    is not to get your attention,
    it is not confusing you;
    is to show you worth
    of your shadow, the wonder
    of your own light,
    is to help you live alert,
    is wanting you to fly
    while I look at you, absorbed,
    happy.

    Loving you is not fearing you
    is not owning you,
    it is not guarding you,
    It is not watching over you;
    is hugging you warmly,
    is to open my door for you,
    is to observe you in full light,
    in total darkness,
    with the soul's eyes.

    Loving you is not just looking at you,
    smell you, or taste you;
    is looking with you at the same time
    anything,
    make me one with your smell,
    be part of you.

    Loving you is not
    tell you that I love you,
    It's not to think that I loved you
    that I will love you;
    is asking myself
    Yes I love you,
    is to feel it, leaving
    let it develop in me,
    without any need to tell you.

    Loving you is not
    always be by your side,
    It is not always thinking of you
    It is not always dreaming of you;
    is to be available to you,
    is to be you, to become one with you,
    is to be aware of your dreams,
    and of mine with you,
    is to allow
    know me completely
    to the very center of my pain,
    and of my love.

    Loving you is not
    look at you from above,
    or from below, from behind,
    from the front;
    is to cultivate a balance
    that again and again
    feel what happens
    for our common center.

    Loving you is not projecting
    ideas about you is not idealizing yourself;
    is to see you from afar, from close,
    from within (from you),
    from outside,
    see you from beyond me.

    Loving you is not loving you
    only when you love me,
    when you're pretty
    when you smile at yourself,
    when you kiss me,
    when you caress me,
    when you walk gracefully,
    when you are calm,
    when you are happy;
    is to accept you whole
    As you are,
    always and everywhere,
    with simplicity,
    gladly.

    Loving you is not writing you
    my love poems;
    is to be love when I write to you,
    and when not.

    Loving you is not writing that I love you;
    is to share with you
    the best of me (love),
    no return,
    without horizon...

    @writersnetwork

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    Loving you is not projecting
    ideas about you is not idealizing yourself;
    is to see you from afar, from close,
    from within (from you),
    from outside,
    see you from beyond me.

  • eramnesia 45w

    we’ve grown lonely among things, pulling out dreams we thought were weeds, burying our childhood deep in the soil, hoping that the seeds that sprout won't make the same mistakes. But he says I have this need to fall into some tenderness, darling, I’m tired of crashing into the same mountains that drink to yesterday, of always being broken apart by ageless spines. my favourite memories are the ones we have ahead of us. I’d give up every smile to lay on the ocean floor with you. let me breathe the words in your mouth: I’m yours. from the second I open my eyes to the minute I close them, and even in between, when you show up in my dreams.



    Say something beautiful I can die about.

  • eramnesia 45w

    I’ve been taught to shove my words down my throat, and cover them over like I’m burying a body; but now it’s so full I can’t breathe.