We are the ghosts we carry. Tucked between ribs, wrapped around the bones like silent whispers, they haunt the places we never say aloud.

We’ve all got them. The memories that wear nooses as jewelry, the dreams that never escaped the cage of our chests. And maybe you’ve buried yours in the hollow of your throat, hoping that silence would strangle the echo.

But silence is tricky. It’s like trying to drown an ocean with a glass of water. It just won’t happen. And neither will forgetting. I used to think if I just closed my eyes long enough, the dark could swallow me whole, but the darkness has teeth, and it chews at the edges of every unspoken word.

The truth is, I’m tired. Tired of pretending I’m not running from my own shadow. Tired of wearing this skin like a mask, pretending it doesn’t itch to be seen. You know that feeling, don’t you? That quiet desperation that sits between every smile? The weight of every “I’m fine” that drips from your lips like poison?

We are the ghosts we carry. Each one a monument to the things we never said, to the people we used to be before the world told us who we should be. Before the mirror became a prison. Before the hands that once held us up became the hands that pushed us down.

I want to tell you that it’s okay. That the ghosts don’t define you. That they’re just pieces of the puzzle, and the whole of you is so much more.

But I can’t. Because I’m still learning how to exorcize my own demons. Still learning that vulnerability isn’t weakness— it’s the bravest thing you can be. And maybe that’s what this is: an offering, a surrender to the ghosts, a truce with the past.

We are the ghosts we carry. But we are also the ones who can choose to let them go.

To feel joy in life is to have no problems, and problems are a matter of perspective. Nomad or homeless. Public servant or protector. Hero or villain is its simplest form. Perspective and how you choose to feel. Of course, homeless people can't call themselves nomads and be done with it. No quality of life will come from that. But the nomad isn't homeless, because he's willingly so. That makes it not "homeless" and more "tieless".

No ties to anywhere. What brings me joy is to learn things of value. Imagine what I've typed here as the intro to a new book by your favourite author. It wouldn't work. It would be out of character. Why is that? What about them is so different? Now you're thinking with nuance. Thinking that way brings me joy. New ideas and learning. Sadly I am depressed and I don't do much but lie in bed thesese days. But what do others do for joy, I wonder? I find that asking up front doesn't yield results.

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That's what you might hear in a distopian future where art was illegal. Chilling.

And I don't even work. Still, Mondays suck lollipops!

Thank God I received my parcel , i paid the full amount and rider arrived after 4 hours I was continuously calling him but the phone is off, the parcel company was also not responding, well i just received and take a sigh of relief, i paid the hefty amount for it.,

I fuck everything up constantly AND I never learn from my mistakes. How I existed this long is beyond me. Being aware of one's own stupidity is like death by a 1000 cuts without the sweet release of said death. Damn, I'm tired.

Edit: You know how a serial killer or someone who has suffered brain damage requests a brain autopsy to prove they're crazy? I need to look into that.

Imagine if you could create a self-insert character profile but, like, related to your finances. Sounds awesome, right?

I’m actually a genius but unfortunately all the mainstream finance people are boring as hell and have no sense of fun or this would already exist

I personally would get so hecking motivated to work hard on my finances if such a community existed

Haters will hate and say this is so cringe but we would be having fun AND making money so TAKE THAT SUCKERS

https://www.healthline.com/health/allergies/mold-in-lungs?utm_medium=social

and i just posted

where's the milk

I have stumbled across that in several bad High School Dramas at this point and am highly confused. That's such an invasion in privacy - is it even legal to do that? It's such an unfamiliar concept to me, that I'm really highly confused by it.

where's the pink and the misaligned logo? why does it look so basic wtf

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