“We don’t have to understand nature to appreciate it. This is true of all things. Simply be aware of moments when your breath gets taken away by something of great beauty.”
— Rick Rubin, The Creative Act: A Way of Being (Penguin Press, January 17, 2023) (via A Layman’s Blog)
walk her anywhere she wants to go, even when it's cold and wet outside and all you want is to be inside
be jealous when she brings up a boy you know she used to have a crush on (especially since you're pretty sure she's over him)
get butterflies whenever she moves her chair closer to yours
smile when you see her name on your phone (and refuse to remove the hearts you put on her contact when you had a crush on her, even though you're totally over it)
stay up way later than you meant to just to text her because as soon as you go to bed it's over
and you definitely, definitely dont want to kiss her. not the girl you're just friends with. not the girl you say you're over
sometimes i let myself believe i could be an extrovert
i woke up this morning with so many spoons
i replied to texts on time
i replied to texts
instead of just reading or liking or hearting or saying i would get to them later
and then my best friend
(don't get me wrong
i love him
i do)
threw me a surprise party
and when i got home
all i could do was scroll
and now im going to bed
because i have no more energy
introvert, after all
At times
I am ashamed
Of how messy I am
Of how broken I am
Of how much I need
And want
And scream
Into voids of people
That don’t seem to care
And despite increasing
Self-awareness
I appear unable to stop
This pattern
Of continuous unraveling
Of traveling a hundred
Different roads
Desperately
And aimlessly
All to wind up at
The same dead end
At this point, I can no longer deny that the only common thread Is me
we were a transform fault
i see that now
strike-slip
i ignored the first earthquake
and the second
and the third
but this one was too big
and now its over
maybe it was never meant to last
or maybe i shouldnt have ignored the signs
Jane O. Wayne // Kate Jacobs
i'm not going to let myself
have a new crush
not this soon
not on her
i'm not going to let myself
like a girl so painfully straight
and break my streak
of not liking girls who could never
like me
but what happens
when i catch myself thinking of her
or looking for her
or lighting up, briefly,
at her name on my phone
when she's creeping up on me
like the first sign of spring
six more weeks of winter
i can't go any more days without her
but i promised
no more girls
not right now
definitely not her
shut up, heart
still not friends
still haven't talked
but he celebrated my 250 day duolingo streak
its the little things
that hurt the most
take away the pain and
replace it with something
warm, for i do not care
for these wet and cold
thoughts.
~K.T.
who would i be
if you took me apart
stripped me down to my bones
and then polished them until they gleamed
what would be running through my veins?
a hint of humor, a glimpse of girlhood
who would i be if you took out my brain
who am i if i'm not smart
an overachiever
always looking for some way to get ahead
if you dissected my heart, what would exist there?
am i anything at all?
i used to have a personality
i think
but now i am just a hollow shell of a person
it's what tiredness does to a person
stripped out my essence like the machine in fahrenheit 451 replaced mildred's bloods
see
see how i can't even write without hints of my schooling sneaking in
what have i ever been if not smart
and who will i be
when even that
is taken away
she texted me minutes after i posted this so
who's delulu now
disappointment
when my phone buzzes
and it is his name
and not hers
women's hearts are lethal weapons did you hold mine and feel threatened
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