Celene
@celenedijon.bsky.social
The most emotional (since 1990)
An entire cosmos of thoughts, emotions, and memories - shifting and expanding
An entire cosmos of thoughts, emotions, and memories - shifting and expanding
This is what it means to love someone who wants to vanish:
To reply gently when all you want to do is scream.
To offer light knowing they may never step toward it.
To answer a death-wish with mercy.
To call it Love
To reply gently when all you want to do is scream.
To offer light knowing they may never step toward it.
To answer a death-wish with mercy.
To call it Love
March 21, 2025 at 7:26 PM
This is what it means to love someone who wants to vanish:
To reply gently when all you want to do is scream.
To offer light knowing they may never step toward it.
To answer a death-wish with mercy.
To call it Love
To reply gently when all you want to do is scream.
To offer light knowing they may never step toward it.
To answer a death-wish with mercy.
To call it Love
Like silence in a place that once had music
March 18, 2025 at 6:30 AM
Like silence in a place that once had music
Emotional detachment dressed up as wisdom
March 8, 2025 at 10:39 PM
Emotional detachment dressed up as wisdom
“To leave someone is to let them haunt you forever”
March 8, 2025 at 7:06 AM
“To leave someone is to let them haunt you forever”
“love is the currency of our lives.
If we cannot spend it, we cannot truly live.”
If we cannot spend it, we cannot truly live.”
March 8, 2025 at 5:54 AM
“love is the currency of our lives.
If we cannot spend it, we cannot truly live.”
If we cannot spend it, we cannot truly live.”
“Greet your demons and monsters like a long-lost friend” – by doing so, you rob them of their menace and even transform them into allies
March 8, 2025 at 4:22 AM
“Greet your demons and monsters like a long-lost friend” – by doing so, you rob them of their menace and even transform them into allies
A half written letter in the pocket of someone who never came home
March 5, 2025 at 11:40 PM
A half written letter in the pocket of someone who never came home
The gap between intention and action
March 5, 2025 at 9:16 PM
The gap between intention and action
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
March 2, 2025 at 5:28 PM
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.”
Everyone hates me and that’s the answer to everything
March 2, 2025 at 7:36 AM
Everyone hates me and that’s the answer to everything
Stumbling in the dark trying to find my way back to myself
February 25, 2025 at 6:50 AM
Stumbling in the dark trying to find my way back to myself
You broke my belief in myself
February 25, 2025 at 6:33 AM
You broke my belief in myself
The last pieces of a dream dissolving
February 18, 2025 at 6:03 AM
The last pieces of a dream dissolving
“Born to be a lover girl, forced to be a femcel”
February 16, 2025 at 2:54 AM
“Born to be a lover girl, forced to be a femcel”
It doesn’t disappear just because no one’s listening
February 13, 2025 at 11:06 PM
It doesn’t disappear just because no one’s listening
Collapsing the tension of words unsaid between us
February 12, 2025 at 6:23 AM
Collapsing the tension of words unsaid between us
You hold the door open, just enough for me to see the shadows,
but not the room.
I’ve memorized the way the light bends around you,
but you won’t let me step inside.
but not the room.
I’ve memorized the way the light bends around you,
but you won’t let me step inside.
February 8, 2025 at 9:42 PM
You hold the door open, just enough for me to see the shadows,
but not the room.
I’ve memorized the way the light bends around you,
but you won’t let me step inside.
but not the room.
I’ve memorized the way the light bends around you,
but you won’t let me step inside.
Silence is a patient thing, and memory a trickster
February 7, 2025 at 6:33 PM
Silence is a patient thing, and memory a trickster
The audience watches, enraptured. You step into the light, shoulders heavy with an inherited grief you have never truly carried. They call you haunted, call you brilliant, call you the last of a dying breed. They mistake the hush in your voice for wisdom, the empty space in your gaze for depth.
February 7, 2025 at 7:00 AM
The audience watches, enraptured. You step into the light, shoulders heavy with an inherited grief you have never truly carried. They call you haunted, call you brilliant, call you the last of a dying breed. They mistake the hush in your voice for wisdom, the empty space in your gaze for depth.
I will not mourn a coward
February 6, 2025 at 6:05 AM
I will not mourn a coward
To love someone is to help them become who they are meant to be, not to hold onto them for yourself
February 6, 2025 at 2:37 AM
To love someone is to help them become who they are meant to be, not to hold onto them for yourself
"Love consists of this: two solitudes that protect, border, and greet each other."
February 5, 2025 at 3:59 AM
"Love consists of this: two solitudes that protect, border, and greet each other."