I would prefer to ache than to feel nothingness. I want to listen to songs that make me double over in emotional agony because pain is beautiful. Pain connects us. I want to skip down the street and run over train tracks. I want to be early to weddings in my best dress, and stay late at house parties helping my friend get the crumbs out of their couch. I want to sway with the ocean. I want to grow like a sunflower, to face the sun and have no regrets.
“i would rather die of passion than of boredom”
- Van Gough
I want an old house with vines growing up the walls, like long hair that carries many old secrets. I want them to curve around the windows and wave hello to me inside as they blow softly in the wind.
The problem is, when I try to write spicy scenes in my stories I start to get shy for the characters.
*tries to type while looking away*
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside
I can't believe I just posted my last post BEFORE LUNCHTIME😭
(except maybe a lil)
LOOK AT THESE BEANS!! We will get through this.🫂
Hi. Things are bleak, I know that. I know that we paid for Trump's last term with blood and it is likely the price will be blood again.
But listen to me. LISTEN.
You do not have to force yourself to witness horrors as an act of activism. It is not a form of activism. You can put your phone down, you can block that horrific video. We cannot win if you cannot fight and you will not be able to fight if you are hopeless.
Do not let them guilt you into this. People who are exhausted are easier to walk over. Take care of yourself, find community where you find joy.
Just. Look.
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point
I remember Anne Shirley said something like 'Why does everyone have to grow up, and get married, and change?!'
But I say, let them. Let the caterpillars become butterflies. Let the owlets spread their wings.
I was so scared of that feeling growing up. I was literally terrified of change.
But now the sky opens up before me and says "fly!"
And who am I to disobey her?
"And I don't even care if it's just a summer fling" (lies) "if it's all experimental and you go back to safer things" (more lies) "but i swore hand were made for fighting, i swore eyes were made to cry, but you're the first person that I've seen who's proven that might be a lieeeee" ( truth) "so don't leave me hanging" (a threat)
EXACTLY 👏 💯
But get tf away from me if you wanna talk abt "daddy" and "kitten." I'm sorry I just cant😭😭😭
Also, no Aaron is not a sexy name to me. Aaron got me thinking about parting the red sea and -- wAit...
(Lmao jk, still not sexy)
seeing straight men be disgusted by booktok smut recommenders has actually radicalized me to the side of booktok smut recommenders. girls your taste may be atrocious but i will never disparage you for exposing mainstream discourse to the concept of soaking through your underwear. spent my whole life listening to men talk about penises it’s about time they get jumpscared by women talking about pussy in crude detail on social media. go forth and goon my warriors
18+ bi. Poetry, rambles, and descending into madness
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