The Society, CH 8
It was a death certificate, dated march 2021. he took another folder. another death certificate, dated august 2022. another one, dated september 2021. again, january 2023.
Poem: Being Afraid
#5 of 2021 mental health crisis a poem about sharing the fact that we're all afraid inside. being afraid, all the time, being afraid, forever, being afraid, in your mind, and labelled "disturbed" forever.
Poem: Home
#2 of 2021 mental health crisis i found an unexpected home in a level 1 psych ward one night...
Poem: Finally Sleeping
#6 of 2021 mental health crisis i don't even know how to describe this one, but it's a cw for suicide for sure. cw: suicidal imagery ---------------------------------------- i never knew what rest meant. i never know i was tired.
Loona's Love Life. Chapter 13
July, 1, 2021. a little under two weeks had passed since alex had started his training for his first hit.
Poem: Lifemates
#11 of 2021 mental health crisis i have a complex relationship with death... death and i are companions rowing e're forward with sticks; death and i are companions from the my smile to his shining white lips.
Poem: For Dakota
#17 of 2021 mental health crisis a poem for my partner. i love it when your smiles are real. i love it when they're true. i love it when they radiate, like light shines down on you.
MF-Ep2-Daily Life-
The events in this story take place in september of 2021, and the main events of the story take place in and around museums, how would that tie into the story? it will be explained later on.
Poem: My Art
#3 of 2021 mental health crisis a poem about why i need to live. my gift is needed here. it waits in the darkness where no one can hear. it holds a candle, always. it loves and it lives and it laughs. it hides, always.
The First Post of the New Year!
Happy new year and welcome to 2021! we all know that last year is one for the record books for good and bad. it'll be a while before the world returns to a "normal" state, but i feel things have been moving in a fairly positive direction.
A Fate Much Worse
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On the Steps
(c)~nivulus 2021 he sits on the step, staring at nothing his gaze is low and unfocused, head slightly tilted numb from stillness, his body is gone winds of thought whisper through him they steal away, and leave him hollow in the absence make themselves