#I AM A POETRY GIRL NOW

[aajkenaam]

the needs of the flesh come attached to the needs of the heart, the blood; the incessant thumping of the ribs its war cry.

[inkliinng]

Journaling has been one of the most rewarding activities in my life lately.

[don-quixotine]

i've been listening to Can't Catch Me Now for days now.

it is my entire personality. it has consumed me. i-

the beauty, the rage, the sadness. i am BANGIng my head against the wall, do you understand me? 2023 is for the dystopic girlie reinassance and i feel so ALIVE.

[faaun]

pls i need to provide updates

[thebirdandhersong]

now. beloveds this is not NEW news but I've just had crystal clear confirmation re: the boy (not that it wasn't clear before, but now it's glaringly obvious that he DOES love another girl and this IS reality) and :') you never know how delusionally hopeful you are until such a thing happens!!!!

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

not one character in hannibal that i don't relate to. not one.

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i look in the mirror. hello pretty boy. would you like to get stabbed

[squishdraws]

no i will post this actually

[decodedparagram]

Friendship :))))) people caring about me :))))) genuine human connection :))))))) just talking about our days :)))))))) people taking interest about what I do :))))))) me taking interest about what other people do :))))) genuine human care :))))))))))))))))))))) friendship :))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

[alexanderpearce]

i am fucking spread thin (like vegemite)

[mokeonn]

I need to bombard yall with my new bg3 characters bc I recently got back into the game and started a new tactician and honor mode save

[please-dont-pet-the-okapi]

13, 33, and 39!

13: A song that reminds you of your current partner/crush

There are So Many, since he and I are both big music people (we got to be close friends through youth choir, after all), so I'll list a couple. Back when he first went away to college, before we were dating, I listened to this on a loop...

...and right when we started dating, he introduced me to this band and this song...

33: A song whose message you don't like

So this German punk band from the 80s did an album lyrically based on A Clockwork Orange. As much as I love some of the songs from the album, I am deeply uncomfortable with the violent lyrical content of this song specifically (which, I suppose, is at least part of the point).

39: Your favorite instrumental

On one hand, I could put a classical piece, but I'll put this instrumental from That Thing You Do! instead.

[crossbackpoke-check]

Sometimes, I will come across your blog and read certain tags on certain pairs because, What? What? How are your thoughts my thoughts? How is someone else expressing (so perfectly) what I thought existed only in my head? The references (warm leftovers, please. Feel horribly proprietary over that poem.), the memes, the word choices. I know we all grew up on the same internet, but it's like we grew up in the same corner.

It rattles me each time it happens and yet, the next time I return, and wander through, reading along as if we were walking through my local arboretum and you were rambling and I was nodding along. Consider this ask my version of a reply in the arboretum world.

i-

when i got this i just had to sit there and read your message a few times because that is one of the loveliest compliments i’ve ever gotten and i hope you know i am overjoyed to be here rambling to you 💕 to have touched you in some way!! to form a connection!!! and all i can say is thank you and i love you and i would love to go for a walk in the arboretum with you any time

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

its so weird to read some of my old fics (do NOT do it but i'm just being hypothetical rn) and reading it. like who even was this person?? i completely was in a haze back in 2020. i literally was posting 3 chapters a day. A DAY. what in the WORLD was that shit.

anyway i remembered some STUPID sappy shit and i didnt remember if i'd put it into a fic or not BUT I FOUND IT.

She and Hope had been dating in secret for months anyway, and any attempt to go talk to Ryan only filed her disposition of displeasure upon knowing that she couldn’t tell anyone, Molly especially, it destroyed herself mentally. They couldn’t really go anywhere near the school, always having to lie to everyone about having projects together when Molly wasn’t around them. It’d consisted with 9 PM - 2 AM intervals of being able to actually see each other. Hope would sneak through her small bedroom window with a portable record player and whatever she had gotten from the vintage record store downtown, and Amy would always fall asleep around eleven because of her internal clock. She would always wake up to find a single sticky note stuck on the edge of her desk whenever she woke up to her alarm the next morning. One of them, Amy still had tucked inside of her phone case, a heavily detailed human heart, with blue and red ink sketched onto a neon pink sticky note, there was a caption that headed the small paper reading the phrase over every now and again makes her almost melt every time. “You have my heart.”

yeah idk why the fuck but i thought of this fucking idea again today and i was like "omg did i ever put that heart note thing in a fic???" yeah you fucking did.

all that to say ME AND WHO???? imagine. thats so fucking.... RAHHHH.

[kate-apologist]

i am my own biggest obstacle in literally fucking everything

[memoirsofbeingonearth]

I may not look or appear dramatic,

but in my mind I am creating dialogue,

I am creating theatre.

It’s sad that the world cannot be inside my mind

and even worse,

my mind doesn’t know how to be outside.

I fail to put on a performance,

the greatest one, remains in my mind,

waiting to be forgotten.