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it’s almost WW3
and i ate pancakes without a plate
no syrup to top it
plain and bare handed
shovelled as many as i could into my mouth
because i can’t afford to eat vegetables
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it’s probably a good thing that that ficus decomposed
we wouldn’t have been able to take care of it together in the way she needed
thank god she was a plant
and not a product of my own body
maybe we could have another
again one day
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this time
the sun is out again
and it’s warm
and the birds are still singing
and the grass has grown
and the leaves are healthy
spring
from winter
a relief
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amphitheater code of ethics
perform until you cry
reach the stars behind your eyes
pull em out and open wide
euphoric sense of high
rip to those who died
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my ring clinks against the fridge door
sounds just like my moms
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doing the best i can do today
feels like doing nothing
i am guilty of that which
i cannot bring myself to do
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train stop
last one
destination available
glad you had enough change
to make it back for a moment
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i wonder when you move on
or are done with thinking about me
what you’ll say to the next one
like
“she’s cis and white”
and
“she had a massive drinking problem and it didn’t work”
or
“she was my friend but we haven’t talked in a while”
if
“she made me feel unsafe on purpose”
like something to say about me negatively
comes easy for you
or if
you’d choose to say
“i didn’t want things to work out”
and frame it from your pov
why didn’t it work?
vulnerable avoidantment wounds
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it’s so quiet out here
suburbia
one car passed
a trash bin rolled
i hear birds like wind chimes
twinkling in a distance
two cars passed
sun beaming on my face and off my sunscreen
wondering if you’ll ever get that solitude
being alone in a quiet place
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costar says
highly compatible today
i say
wish it was everyday
(and also
i don’t)
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really getting tired of choosing kindness
i haven’t chosen anger in a while
maybe it’s time
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i’m waiting at the mailbox
naivety and idealism cupped between my fingers
expecting something to show up
that was never intended to be sent
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anger 2.0
after depression this time
people that love people don’t lie to them
about how much they love them
i’ve found that
liars
don’t deserve me
i’m outrunning you
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