This Story Sounds Familiar HmmMMmM🤔

And a chicken nugget

"I would do anything for you"

Yeah well I only asked for simple things, and you couldn't do that. At the end of the day I didn't really want all the grand gestures, I wanted to feel safe, I wanted intimacy.

It's ok, we're just not the same.

Ok but what if I want you to "bother" me? What if I want you to send me 12 msgs back to back? What if I'm waiting for you to come curl up next to me on the couch while we watch your favorite show?

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

*doubles over in agony*

The Shape of a Lack

You like a woman shaped like an absence / You like a woman who you can read like a mystery / You like an actress, ready and willing to recreate your favorite pornography / You like a good gander at your own reflection / You like a woman who is a mirror / She's flat, and bright, and all about you / You like a woman like a deer in the road / Crushed beneath your careless wheels / She's a mangled mess of thin, knotted limbs / But it's her own fault / She saw your lights and she froze / You like a woman like a blunt instrument / She's an implement to inflict injuries of your own self-hatred / You like a woman who you can put in a trophy case / So that you can invite other men to come have a gaze / So that other men can look at her and pat you on the back / So that other men can covet what you have / And just maybe that will heal the wound in the shape of your dad / You like a woman in the shape of a lack / She's a beautiful gap for you to fill / She's a handy little rag to clean up your spills / You like a woman you can burn through as quickly as striking a matchstick / You like a woman you can grift / After all, what use is having her if it says nothing of your own cleverness? / You want a woman like a party-trick / That, or a dog you can kick / You want to toss your stick out into the wilderness / Sit back and watch as she faithfully runs off to retrieve / You want a woman who won't ask you to stay / You want a woman who will never leave

Rainbow Refraction

As the stars fall from the sky I catch them in a wicker basket to weave into your hair and make you shine Polished, perfect, like diamond prisms catching a lazy sunbeam Rainbows refraction Beautiful in every way Who needs the sun? I've got you to warm up my life

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Ingleside

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

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?

Intriguing...

Have any nightmares lately?

This figurine represents the Baku (獏 or 貘). The baku’s story originated in Chinese mythology as the mo (貘), believed to resemble a giant panda. It later evolved into a nightmare-warding figure in Japan.

Early depictions illustrate the baku as a chimera with the trunk and tusks of an elephant, the ears of a rhinoceros, the tail of a cow, the body of a bear, and the paws of a tiger. While this version was said to ward off pestilence and evil, its dream-devouring ability emerged later in Japanese culture. By the late 18th century, the baku as known as the guardian of sleep. One legend describes how a child waking from a bad dream could call out, “Baku-san, come eat my dream,” repeating it three times to summon the baku.

Folklore warns that calling the baku too often could have consequences—if left unsatisfied, it might consume not just bad dreams but also the person’s hopes and desires.

Image: Baku, Mythical Animal. 18th century. White porcelain (Hirado ware), H. 7/8 in. (2.2 cm); L. 1 7/8 in. (4.8 cm). The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

I just opened Tumblr, I did NOT expect to be slapped in the feelz like that😭

And from between my ribs will sprout little weeds, from the shallow surface of my shallow grave --

I care not if they are pretty, or invasive --

If I couldn't be filled with someone's love, in life? then at least I can be a home for something living, in death.

V. Rue, 2025.