tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post3638504389100843254..comments2024-01-25T22:55:04.308+00:00Comments on Silence Without: This Heart Howls, This Knee Jerks, This Voice SaysTessahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07523122977323033271noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-11956938486258131432011-01-06T09:18:25.570+00:002011-01-06T09:18:25.570+00:00Mwah on you, Meeroo (I'll reply to your email ...Mwah on you, Meeroo (I'll reply to your email over the weekend, kay?)<br /><br />And you filthy deviant, being all respectful and shit. I don't buy that for a second.<br /><br />Ben, you have eloquence and insight even when sober. Your wish is non-applicable.Tessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12620582836939851015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-21396048143467573472011-01-05T11:40:59.376+00:002011-01-05T11:40:59.376+00:00I wish my drunken depression were half as beautifu...I wish my drunken depression were half as beautiful as yours.<br /><br />Nice post. Now, HERE IS MY ADVICE!!Ben Paynehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13771119554302398205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-68671547305483459872010-12-28T04:16:09.638+00:002010-12-28T04:16:09.638+00:00I don't want or need to fix you. That would b...I don't want or need to fix you. That would be wrong, for you are not broken. You are you. An entity that will do as she sees fit. That is a good thing.Midknight...noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-30025914120565263432010-12-28T03:11:39.212+00:002010-12-28T03:11:39.212+00:00Late to the party. Life has been eating me, but st...Late to the party. Life has been eating me, but still.<br /><br />I still love you, labyrinthine head and fuck offs and sharks and all. Cracks and shards and disjointed healy-places; walls and barricades and trenches and moats and all; tiny-feeling and hidey-holey and all.<br /><br />All.<br /><br />It's a small word and it holds a lot. I love everything it holds and there isn't a single screamed fuck off that'll make me stop doing so, for all that I don't tell you so nearly often enough.<br /><br /><br />...<br /><br /><br />so there. <3Miirunoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-84374651433347342402010-12-26T02:51:42.407+00:002010-12-26T02:51:42.407+00:00Ladies, your mercy is undeserved and I am thankful...Ladies, your mercy is undeserved and I am thankful for it. Rereading that post when not durnk and slightly less raw is, uh, a little embarrassing. That policy on doing nothing when upset? Good policy. Ugh.<br /><br />Mah Jaime, I expect nothing else from you. *mwah*<br /><br />(And I hear and see you too, Selena. Soldier on there, girl.)<br /><br />Think I already said you were being forcibly adopted, Foz, which pretty much gives you free reign to put me in my place. Also, because of your review I'm not going to see Tron. My ARGHTHAT'SSTUPID stress levels had a freak out just reading your account.<br /><br />Thank you, and you too, Effulgent.Tessahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12620582836939851015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-37291721574507986232010-12-25T11:17:22.375+00:002010-12-25T11:17:22.375+00:00I appreciate your words and thoughts, vomity and c...I appreciate your words and thoughts, vomity and considered. Do whatever you need to do to cope.Nicole_Effulgent13https://www.blogger.com/profile/16796686945619819409noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-21966101752006979752010-12-25T08:40:36.823+00:002010-12-25T08:40:36.823+00:00You say this blog is your voice, that you are not ...You say this blog is your voice, that you are not a writer. Does that make you a tongue only, then, folded against a soft palate? Lies. Words are words, even if written on glass shards pulled from a heart. Especially then. Should writer become too laden, too fraught a term, well - that is what makes us poets. <br /><br />I haven't known you long. Maybe that means I have no right to speak here. But part of me thinks I do; or part of me wants that right. Either way. Or both. Or neither. <br /><br />You had the strength to write this. All of this. I can't pretend to know how hard that was. On your hands. On your heart. But each sentence resonates with strength, with a voice that tells entropy to FUCK OFF AND BE EATEN BY SHARKS. <br /><br />(Plus and also? Your sharks were awesome.)<br /><br />Solidarity isn't the same as sympathy. I am not in this place any more, where each word kicks like rotten blood through nights of shaking and insomnia, where each day glazes over with the effort of enduring it. I was never medicated; my problems were not your problems.<br /><br />You are strong enough for words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-19085722518664557022010-12-25T04:11:21.136+00:002010-12-25T04:11:21.136+00:00(I don't know what words to use to clearly exp...(I don't know what words to use to clearly express what I want to say.. so, out of fear of being misunderstood [because, hells yes, I find that happens a lot...] I'll just leave this useless sidebar to let you know I saw your post. If that matters. Or even if it doesn't. I guess it matters to me, in any case, or I wouldn't feel the need to ramble all of this out... hmm)Selenanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3755770.post-85496004827697700852010-12-25T00:39:23.693+00:002010-12-25T00:39:23.693+00:00Challenge on, my friend!
"Those massive long...Challenge on, my friend!<br /><br />"Those massive long confrontational confessional soul-bearing heart-rending WOE THE FUCK IS ME posts are my healing. If I can write them, then the worst of the crisis is past, or I am at least in a lull."<br /><br />What frightens me the most is knowing full well these posts come after the fact, and if there ever comes a day (dog forbid) that tentacled brain monster gets the upper hand, most of us won't know anything about it until it's too late, let alone able to try and *do* anything about it.<br /><br />I know how you are - I know you don't want the sympathy and the offers to help, that pushing help just makes you freak out all the more, and as such I leave you be and trust that you know where to find me if you need me for *anything*.<br /><br />But that doesn't mean I'm going to respect your wishes and not occasionally try to find alternatives that might help you. You want nothing to do with it, and that's your choice, but I'd be one sorry-ass friend if I just sat back and let you stew in your misery. Compassion is not a burden, it's a right.<br /><br />You can push us away all you want, be an exasperating arrogant ungrateful cunt all you want, but we're still here because we love you, even if we're helpless to do more than be here, and occasionally call you out on bullshit. You're stubborn and prideful, but so am I, and your minefield of defense mechanisms doesn't scare me one bit because I know exactly where they come from. Those walls go up not just for protection - but to see who gives enough of a fuck to climb over them.<br /><br />So you go ahead and feel sorry for yourself and lash out at everyone around you for the terrible sin of thinking you're a fantabulous person who's worth loving, messy head and all, or you can go into your shell and hide away from us for months, but I am the Great Wall of Jaime - I'll still be here.<br /><br />And I'm gonna go give Saturn a kick in the nuts on your behalf, okay?Jaimehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13100788236451699824noreply@blogger.com