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Listen, sometimes a ship is less about wanting them to kiss or have sex or whatever, and more about needing them to be so endlessly intertwined and connected to the point where they might as well be one creature.
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They moved states and i tried to keep hold
They left my sight and i reached out
They updated their wardrobe and caught what was cast out
They grow in talent and i scribble faces trying to catch up
They visit and i hope it isn’t the last
They leave and if i put on their old clothes and hold up the scribbles, looking in the mirror looks less like me and more like them
They finally look back at me with the same adoration and i feel less alone
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Is there a word for wanting to experience something for ages and then meeting someone who has access to the thing and they shared multiple different versions of that thing and then they leave you and take that access with them and now any time you see snippets of people enjoying what you used to share with them you get irrationally jealous and angry and sad for you loss of love and of this part of yourself you finally got to enjoy or is heartbreak really all we got in that department?
#lonely poetry#love and loss#dealing with grief#sorry im just too fucking stupid#yes he actually called me fucking stupid
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The idea that bodymod of all kinds from piercings and tattoos to gender-affirming care and amputations "goes against God's design" is such a fragile fucking take imo.
Like. Fuck, Brendine, you don't cut the moldy bit off a block of cheese? You don't spit out the bones when you eat fish? Do you never bake bread or cook food or chop off your hair? You just crawl around in a fig leaf bikini eating pine cones off the ground and shit in a hole?
Eve ate the apple already hon we ain't gonna undo that shit dressing like we're Children of the Corn
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Religious Question
If two eggs go bad in the coop
And ten chick gets sick
And two chicks become prey
And the wings of one chicken arrive shattered and broken, so they’re discarded
Meanwhile the legs of an entirely different chicken are tossed for the same reason
And this problem repeats
And this problem repeats
And they’re bagged and shipped to sit and ferment a while in a cold sixteen wheeler box long enough that about three more chickens’ quarters are swarmed by bacteria
And the good chicken is battered and fried but a leg or a wing falls to the floor regardless
And the company that designed this process requires full displays of fresh food, so nearly 25 WHOLE CHICKENS WORTH of EDIBLE WARM FOOD is trashed every day in one store because the company deems it is a firable offense to eat or give away
If all of that is true then how am I supposed to eat my dinner and believe in a God that carefully planned to separate workers from ethical means of the production of basic goods?
How could a God create a bird and plot for it to endure such a humiliating disservice?
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“Growing pains”
Children don’t see mold
Or spiders taller thinner
Street rats become real
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devotion that corrupts is my favorite btw there's nothing wrong with it ever & it should be encouraged
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I'm playing through subnautica for the millionth time and just found the cutest time capsule message

To whoever sent this out, your little buddy has been found and he's fine. I took Mr. Hov to my seabase

And now he's got a cozy new aquarium with lots of friends, and he's having a great time

Mr. Hov will live a long, happy life here with me and all the others. I promise to take good care of him and give him the chips you left me every now and then
If you wanna help me find this person, reblog this post 👉👈 I want Mr. Hov's previous owner to know that their boy is ok
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Your Demons Have Good Advice, Actually - a short comic about moving on after trauma with a fresh new start
cant believe i drew this entire thing and STILL misspelled ‘whether’
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How frequently I
think of how infrequently
you must think of me
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A letter to my soulmate
I don’t know if we’ve met yet Here’s to hoping that we did. I think I love you already- Please don’t think that I kid. You are so beautiful in concept. I know know you’re just as great in person. So please don’t mind my head-start, as I imagine our future sins... I have to stay this arrogant to make sure I find you. There is no map for this (not a single fuckin clue) This life’s so short and it’s not exactly new. So can you hurry up and start loving me too?
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“Of course it’s not trash”
In the monkey pile
the dog loves most the monkey
arm lost years ago
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“Platonic love is vital, essential, and perhaps the one thing left in this wretched landscape that could save us all for a little bit longer than we deserve. I love my friends even when I don’t tell them enough. I have crawled from the wreckage of enough heartbreak to know who will still be standing when I emerge and who won’t, and I hold those still standing close to me.”
— Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, “Carly Rae Jepsen and the Kingdom of Desire” in MTV (via merulae)
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“Something ventured Something ventured Something ventured Something gained”
around the corner
in the hall revisited
perfect sunset view
#english haikus#haiku poetry#poetsandwriters#I’ve literally been here so many times how am i just now finding this?
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“Journalistic Integrity”
please tell our stories,
dear tardigrades; we hope you’re
more honest than us
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“One day…”
hand numb by your weight
heart feels fuller than ever
time slows just for us
Happy valentines day coming up :) check out my love poetry for lonely hearts!
#lovecore#haiku poetry#love poem#lonely poetry#liminal spaces#sgt peppers lonely hearts club band#valentine#valentine’s day
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