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but! we! cannot! simply! sit! and! stare! at! our! wounds! forever!

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wake up

choose violence

go back to bed

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with how people talk about nex benedict you'd think they poured literal acid on innocent girls who were just a little bit mean

they were being constantly harassed and scrutinized for just being themselves, so they retaliated with a splash of bottled water. WATER. i wouldn't have blamed them one bit if they DID slap a bitch but no it was literally?? water???

what happened to the idea that bullied kids should defend themselves? i swear loads of people agreed on how unfair it is that victims get blamed for retaliating and yet when this happens suddenly its "they started it 🤷‍♀️" are you a shell of a human with no sympathy or are you just a petty kid who thinks they understand more than they do? probably a mixed bag, knowing the internet

also its pretty obvious that someone being attacked is probably gonna throw the attacker as a defense move because that gets them further away and they don't want to get beaten up anymore like??

tldr: if you're blaming nex's death on THEM because they messed with their BULLIES in a way that was basically harmless (and then fought off actual assault) you're a pos

rest in peace nex, you did NOT deserve that

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I don’t have a death wish for him, no. everyone dies eventually, so wishing’s a bit redundant. I hope he dies sooner than he would if nature had its course, though, if that matters at all

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incase you haven’t thought about the fig tree analogy today

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

Sylvia Plath

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i want my life to be a series of commas and never ever ever find the period

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with you in my periphery, I wonder how long it will take my face to melt off like an unspooling cardigan

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Reminder that nothing bad needs to happen for you to walk away .

You don’t need to wait for toxic behaviour to decide this is not your person. Sometimes, there are genuinely good people out there that are simply too different from us for it to ever work out. And that’s okay. Just because two people are good individually doesn’t mean they’ll be good together.Pizza is good. Ice cream is good. But you wouldn’t eat pizza flavoured ice cream

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coffee kisses

I.

languid & loving:

slow mornings together

stretching out like the rest of our lives,

endlessly vast before us.

nothing but warmth surrounding,

pulling me deeper into,

into,

into…

every moment further entangling us,

close to the point of no return.

history can’t help but repeat itself,

past lives of us in every moment,

we’ve been through this before,

this kind of falling.

II.

fruit-seeking fingers,

berry juice on your lips,

tempting and tantalizing,

almost as much as you.

lattes and cappuccinos:

marking the moments of us,

caramel and vanilla,

syrupy sweet.

i tug on your head to bring it to mine,

hoping for one last lingering taste of coffee on your lips,

the most intoxicating pairing.

my love

and his coffee-sweet kiss

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here’s a poem that’s currently getting published but wanted to share here with y’all first :)

on that note… buy me some coffee if you liked the vibe of this poem or anything else I’ve posted here. I’m getting through finals at uni and I’m desperate lol, Venmo me @stardusted_

love you guys☕️🎧🖋️🤎

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“It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

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anyone giving out free hugs tonight? asking for a friend

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Justice for Indi

We can’t wish Hell on anyone, but I’m having a really fucking hard time not doing exactly that for every single fucking British medical judge.

This is at least the THIRD baby they’ve killed by refusing to allow the baby to be moved to a different hospital where they can continue life support.

The fucking ITALIAN GOVERNMENT granted her fucking CITIZENSHIP to try and convince the British to let their medical transport in the hospital. THEY were providing transport. THEY were going to pay all the costs. The British wouldn’t have had to pay a DIME. And they fucking refused and now she’s dead.

Indi Gregory, you will be missed. Rest in peace in God’s arms, where there is no suffering or cruelty. Know that you are loved deeply, and that the world has not forgotten you. Know that so many people saw your worth as a person and fought for you. And while they weren’t successful, and injustice won today, know that in the end God’s justice will right every wrong.

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we are going to learn italian together and our minds will be so entangled with languages and history and humans that we'll simply have to kiss to make sense of it all

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I don’t believe in holy signs

I don’t find worth in stars

but I’ll go down upon my knees

for the sake of art

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I am exhausted

I am so exhausted that typing these words feels like climbing a mountain

I am too exhausted to care when my car swerves too close to another on the road or when my mother yells me into a defensive stupor, when I should want to cry until my tear ducts bleed, or even when I see my carefully-crafted gpa begin to slip down into disrepair, a ship with rusting bolts, ready to plummet to the depths beneath

I am too exhausted to live these days

and yet, part of the reason I am so exhausted is because of the fear that I am indeed living no longer, that all I’m succumbing to is the numbness of apathetic existence

and I can’t help but wonder, if this is what the golden years feel like, how will I breathe and laugh and live and love when life truly throws daggers down my path?

I can’t help but wonder if I’m experiencing the exact same thing generations and generations and generations before me have experienced, but I’m just too weak to handle it

I can’t help but wonder if anything is worth it anymore

I am exhausted

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reblog if freud would have diagnosed you with female hysteria in the 1800s