#escape
No paro de llorar, simplemente quiero desaparecer dejando todo atrás, cada día me cuesta seguir viviendo más y más, caigo en un colapso al cual no le veo un final, pienso en el suicidio desde hace años, me gustaría morir de una vez , por favor suplico mi muerte , estoy harto de llorar noche tras noche preguntándome lo que hago mal, por qué mi esfuerzo es nulo?, ayuda me desgarra el alma seguir adelante, temo y anhelo el día que decida ponerle fin a lo que empezó como un malestar emocional y termino como crisis sentimental.
Walking_disaster
Me he dedicado a observar los días pasar, caminando, aclarando el corazón y alma, que fue acabado de tanta falasia, que triste es poder vivir sin sentir alegría al cantar o bailar, cada escrito forja una capa de mi alma, pero si se va derrumbando, dejaré de escribir o existir?
Walking_disaster
Últimamente mi día termina llorando, sintiéndome más triste y solo, con dificultad al dormir, lo peor es que estoy sobrio, me gustaría vagar durante un día, una semana, una mes, un año, pasando desapercibido.
Walking_disaster
Morir, morir, morir…
La misma palabra retumba en mi, observando la libertad pero encandedadola más y más, quiero llorar, gritar, disfrutar, pero me venció, por más que odie perder simplemente cai, en abismo infernal, sin ser alguien especial como solían decir, solo fui mal hijo, sobrino, nieto, novio, amigo, solamente ocasionó un mal, podrá ser la decepción acompañado de depresión, no lo soportó más, quiero morir y ya.
Cada noche de desvelo me acaba más, absorbe lo que queda de mi, con gusto daría mi vida por hacer un bien, pero ni eso logró hacer bien, joder!! Ya no puedo más, ayuda, por favor, quiero salir pero las mismas personas que me ayudaron a avanzar, me hundieron más
Walking_disaster
El único que me intoxica cada vez más soy yo, no controló estos nervios de mierda, maldición!, cada vez demuestro que mi peor enemigo soy yo, destruyo mi mente cada instante, la abundó entre recuerdos y melancolía, susurrando pido a gritos una abrazo que dure toda la eternidad, pero que iluso soy, es más creíble que lo pase acompañado de una botella de vino tinto, cada escrito que sale de mi, es insomnio encontrado en palabras, o simplemente un poema esperando a ser aclamado, que puedo hacer cuando mi misma poesía empieza ser frustrante, encuentra me en esta inmensa oscuridad, ayuda por favor, amo la soledad, pero me aleja cada vez más de mis ganas de vivir, dejo de ser divertido no dormir, volverte esclavo de tu mente, divagar un vacío emocional al cual no hayas final, quemando mi alma quebrantada, volviendo mi llanto un huracán el cual no puedo controlar, me siento desconsolado y cansado, harto de la vida, harto de observar, respirar, cantar, bailar, reír, sonreír, escribir… todo aquello que tu vida mejora, a medida me acaba, deje de sentirme yo, perdido en mi ser, dejando apagar mi pasión ante la adversidad, podría ser un paso a la aceptación, cada noche encuentro un desquicio emocional que corrompe mi alma instante a instante, no entiendo!, joder, puedo perderme en cada momento, instante o en la nada, simplemente dejo de ver lo que no quiero afrontar, me arde saber que no puedo más.
Found them.
Took a little digging, but I had to find Blue’s body and then figure out where he was transmitting his consciousness to.
Big guy won’t wake up, not even when I dangle fish food in front of the poor guy.
…
I put a bunch of silly hats on his giant whale body and took pictures.
So I followed the signal and found a temple behind a waterfall.
By this point I was getting annoyed, so I fired a few missiles inside and walked through the broken remains of the soldiers out front.
They sent some kind of monster made of stone to kill me, they clearly weren’t expecting me again.
Tom fought it with the same “Monster Mash” style that he always does.
I didn’t even stop to make sure he won, I just signaled the team to follow and were down the hall with no problems.
They had defensive magical wards, but those are a joke when compared to the power of my own personal arsenal. I have a charm and magical relic from every religion ever considered on this planet.
Even that weird one with the Scientists.
They then had some “Dark Arts” guys come out and they tried hitting us with bolts of dark energy. Now while I can safely say that weaponized antimatter does indeed hurt no matter what kind of wards you got, they mean very little to a demigod.
I stood right behind Carpenter as she just walked up to each of the grimacing idiots and punched their faces in.
Gods don’t like their offspring getting hurt so they go out of their way to give them divine protection.
Divine … not scientific. Bullets still hurt.
Guess that scared the people behind the cameras, because they had a heavy hitter step out and do something really stupid.
I knew immediately that the guy was a metahuman, no one other than someone born with powers can walk with that kind of bold confidence.
But what made me stop in the hall was when I noticed the weapon he had in his hand, a black handled katana with a black blade.
Before he could draw the entire blade from it’s sheath … I shot the poor kid twelve times in the chest, I then yelled at the others to keep firing as well. It took at least 45 holes for him to consider dying.
The guy had a piece of a god, a very unhappy and evil god. I pocketed it and went looking for the rest of my team. The rest of the time was spent releasing prisoners, with tracking chips, and taking down random guard squads just trying to stop us.
After a while we found where Fennec and Blue were being kept.
Broke their restraints and then left a big bomb, but not before we took everything that looked even remotely magical.
Has sido mi mejor escape..
Has sido un buen escape de mi realidad dentro de mi realidad.
Has sido de los mejores escapes.
Me has manejado a tu manera, y no me puedo resistir a esa conexión.
No me cuesta pensar que te irás y no volverás pronto, he vivido bien durante todo este tiempo que no has estado y podré hacerlo cuando te vayas.
Me cuesta dejarte ir después de este último encuentro.
El encuentro con tus brazos, con tus labios, con tu piel, contigo fue una sensación que me gusta, y que siempre me gustó.
Is our generation trying to using humour as a mode of escapism from all the buried trauma and emotional problems that should be dealt with???
How many of you have watched the movie IDIOCRACY? It’s supposed to be a science fiction comedy but now whenever I catch me laughing at a funny tik tok or meme all I can remember is that movie.. are we going towards there?
We have become more mindless about how we spend our time. Mindless laughing, mindless scrolling… I wonder where we are going towards.
The only escape is out
Submitted by Anon - thanks!
Love the prompts, that kind of little things give me life! (Thank you!)
Question: In a human-lab setting, A manages to escape and lives for a while as a free person…until they get taken in again
During that time, they met and got in a close relationship with B. Who showed up to be part of the lab and sent to take them back in
Possible reactions of A when they find out? (Maybe from past victims of B, perhaps seeing B)
I can give it a go:
- The characters noticing each other before anything else.
- One sacrificing themselves for testing to spare the other.
- A doesn’t say anything at first. Just staring in shock.
- Perhaps they blame themselves for B’s capture?
- “What brings a person like you, to a dump like this?” A could say.
- “Thought you could use the company.” B replies.
So 2018 was without a doubt the worst year of my life. My eldest sister died from cancer. My mother died two weeks after that, but to top it all off the week before Christmas after a lot of effort to try to fix things my Fiancee, my world, left me as well. I have no idea what i’m doing now, i feel like life is just pointless. I haven’t really used my tumblr the way I used to, talking to people, reaching out, being an active artist, a good friend. I don’t know why i’m writing this here of all places either. my tumblr page is dead, which brings me to the point of I feel like I have nothing left to offer anyone or the world in general. I’m very close to just giving in. I don’t know which on is certain, being cowardly for taking your own long, or being courageous to go through years of abuse and suffering just to have a car crash of things happen and wanting to end it all. Because not existing seems so much easier than this constant feeling of emptiness that i had finally lost with the meeting of my fiancee and finally having someone, something to live for. Everyone says I need to live for myself but that is so hard to do, how do you live for yourself? how do you love yourself even? Everyone says 2019 will be amazing, but i don’t feel like it will be. Nothing ever changes, no amount of effort changes the fact that i’m unable to make real meaningful friends, have a relationship where regardless of what i do or what they do we can sit down and discuss things and they are willing to do so and understand me. And i will do my best to understand them. Anyways Tumblr I just needed to vent, to try to take a least a few minutes to escape the reality that feels not so much like a nightmare but definitely like a long dark room where you can’t find the walls and you don’t remember walking into it so you have no idea what direction the door is in.