the days

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the days

Most days, she wanted to break it. The mirror, that image of herself. That constant feeling of failure, of
not being enough. Of never being able to deal with the world the way everyone else does.

But then there are days when she smiles, when she finds it easy to look outside. When the stone of anxiety doesn't weigh her chest down.

It's not getting better, she's well aware of that. But some days, a few days every once in a while, she finds that she can deal.

november daily 7 + 8

#7: reflection

#8: something you do every day — writing/sketching

Don't forget to add #november_daily to your tags, if you're doing this challenge!

Follow me on instagram @luminous_lu!

november daily: 6

#6: a favorite thing — crochet collar

more under the cut

november daily: 5

#5: five o'clock

If you're doing this on instagram, don't forget to tag your photos #november_daily! That way we can all keep track of each other!

[more under the cut]

november daily: 4

#4: TV 

[double exposure built on photoshop]

If you're doing this challenge, in addition to the #FMSphotoaday, tag your photos #november_daily. I've been using that tag and that way we can all stick together. 

a couple more behind the cut.

I noticed today that the photo that reached me yesterday and which I posted here was cropped and didn't sport the name of the person who started this challenge. I wanted to change that and post the proper image. It's below. 

November Daily

The few of you who follow me on instagram might have noticed that I'm participating in a daily challenge this month. I have, however, decided to accompany my instagram project with an actual camera project and post the results here, as regularly as possible.

Here's the table with the themes:

And the actual photos!

#1: Something beginning with 'C': cup

#2: Color

#3: Breakfast

I hope you enjoy following the pictures here, as well! Have a wonderful rest of weekend! 

demons

Story 7/52

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demons

As it became, she knew that if she opened her mouth they would come crawling out. She did. She wanted them out, she wanted to purge the demons inside of her. She wanted the creatures to run free and wild and away from her. The thoughts. The evil thoughts that made her anxious, that made her crawl with fear and sadness and the certainty that everything was going to go wrong. She wanted them out. She would cut herself, but that would show and she didn’t want anyone knowing. She would throw herself off a building, but that would cause pain to the people she loved, and she didn’t want that, either. She just wanted the bad thoughts to go away. She just wanted them to fade, to become unimportant. She wanted death to stop being a part of her brain, the most prominent part. She wanted the sadness and the questioning and the fear and the anxiety to be a part of her past. So she opened her mouth and let them run away, let them go and flee and go some place so far that they could never be seen again.

She might need to do it again tomorrow. And the day after that and for as long as she existed. It was exhausting. But at least it was something she could do.

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