‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ

I bleed into the night, hoping the darkness will scrub away my sins.

[ً @holyaches]

my heart grew up to be far more starved than my stomach. it's the things you learn in your childhood. from the words of your mother. from the hands of your father.

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

People can’t break what they never get to hold.

Still, I pray that somewhere in this darkness,
there’s a path meant for me

not just any path,
but the one my soul recognizes when the world finally quiets.

A path where I can stop surviving, and finally start living."

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

"I learned to bury my sadness like a body no one should ever find.
Not because I don’t feel it, but because somewhere along the line, I was taught that my pain is inconvenient.
So I stitched a smile on my face, desperate that it'd blend into the fabric of who I pretend to be —

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

So I wear confidence like a mask,
and I hide the shattered pieces behind it.
It’s easy to hide from the world when you’ve spent your whole life hiding from yourself.

I walk alone.. not because I enjoy loneliness,
but because solitude feels safer than vulnerability. —

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

But myself? I hold to a harsher standard.

The irony is cruel because love for oneself should be the very first lesson written into the fabric of our existence. Its the foundation upon which everything else is built. And yet…its the lesson I’ve failed to learn time & time again"

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

"When the urge creeps out like a starving tiger, it doesn’t wait. It lunges, claws sinking deep, fangs tearing into me until I’m pinned beneath its weight. In that moment, everything else disappears. There’s no logic, no restraint. Just the hunt, and me as its prey. —

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

fumbling through the dark, searching for comfort in all the wrong places.

But where does the blame fall? Why is it that I can find sympathy for those who left me, who fractured pieces of who I am, yet offer none to myself? I understand them. I forgive them. —

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

|| The Solos I'll be writing here will represent pages of Stefan's journals, him digging deep into who he is, his feelings, & insights into his inner world.

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

Maybe it’s easier this way to burn alone, to bleed where no one can see.

And yet… somewhere between the fire and the silence, I wonder if this is who I’ve become, or if this is who I’ve always been."

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

"Anger. Wrath. Fury. Rage.

Words that try to describe the sound of twigs burning in flames inside of me, but none of them truly capture the fire that grows in my chest a slow, relentless burn that crawls up my throat like smoke, threatening to consume everything it touches. —

[‍‍ ‍✵ɴᴇ ᴡɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ @StainedDoves]

And the innocence I once held… shattered, scattered like broken glass across a path I keep walking barefoot.

They say hurt people hurt others. But I’ve turned the blade inward. Every wound, every scar, is a confession I never speak out loud. —

[𝓐𝑛𝑎 𝓦𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒 @ruptureddove]

⦿ s̶t̶o̶l̶e̶n̶ adopted daughter of Roman Agapov (russian spy)
⦿ sheltered free spirit
⦿ curious
⦿ troublemaker
⦿ melancholy

I wasn’t always like this. . .

[нσρє мιкαєℓѕσи @LitleHArtist]

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