#have the full poem I wrote

[lincolnchristie]

I could never be a gravedigger

I can’t go to the fast food joint the one next to the old Blockbuster that is now a mattress store.

You probably won’t be there. I don’t know why you would be. But one time we ate there together.

There’s a place in St. Louis I can never eat. There’s a store in Manhattan I can never shop. There’s a beach in California I can never go.

I can’t rewatch The Mummy. I can’t reread C.S. Lewis. I can’t return to Madrid.

You haunted me in Hawaii. Your ghost sits beside me in the movie theater. Green grapes and Havarti cheese sour in my mouth.

On a Notes app on my phone is a link to a birthday present I will never buy you. There’s a list of questions about Los Angeles that I won’t ask you. There’s an essay of things I never said because even as you stabbed me I chose to choke on the blood and swallow it rather than spit it in your face.

I saw your ex the other day don’t worry, he’s still a piece of shit. He was friendly to me. I imagined playing with his intestines as payment for what he did to you.

I wore your yellow dress to meet my grandmother for lunch she said I looked lovely.

Two days ago I texted your best friend and confessed I’m not brave I care what people think about me and I miss you because you were never scared of a fight you’d know how to tell me how to live with making people hate you.

I never really got good at accepting nobody will come back for me. I never got good at understanding nobody will catch up to me. I can’t get over the echo of my footsteps.

All around me are the empty caskets of my immoderate love that once held people

maybe someday I can delete our emails I will go back to our strip mall I won’t type your name in the search bar

maybe I’ll stop discreetly checking your social media to make sure you’re okay. maybe I’ll stop sending our mutual friend money so she can Venmo you when you need twenty bucks and you won’t know it’s from me. maybe I’ll stop asking your best friend’s husband if you’re going to therapy if you got sober if you stopped cheating.

maybe I’ll plug up the holes in the shape of you I’ll fill in the caskets someday

[doreensladle]

Hey, sorry if this is a weird ask, but what is the original source for the text on your riz gukgak post with the dead man's fallacy. I tried to find the original source but can't seem to find it

Hi! Not a weird ask at all because I really should be advertising this more clearly but every poem I post is an original (or part of one) that I’ve written!!

[lightblueminecraftorchid]

Crocuses

The earth’s slumb’ring trumpeteers stir

At the sun’s first waking ray

Legions shudder to life once more

Awaiting the greeting day

Petals’ buds closed against the frost

Which looms with sharpened teeth

Beneath every night’s chill air,

Lest they, in reaching, be lost

The earth’s sleep-hung trumpeteers rise

Warmth seeps to well-dug roots

Their fingers poised to play again

And bear the world’s first fruits

But the cold, the cold has claws

Tearing stem from limb from stamen;

Amen, the bulbous new sprouts pray

That aid comes, as is life’s law

The earth’s brave trumpeteers burst

From soil by snow still stitched

And the earth’s blessed players first

Cry to seeds, still winter-witched:

Hail and herald, spring comes again

Declare to the world its coming

Hail and herald, O hopeless among men;

Spring comes, Spring comes, Spring is coming

Frost bites with teeth, cold shreds with claws

Tearing stem from limb from stamen

Amen, the earth’s first trumpeteers played,

Rose first, fell first: such is life’s law

Their song echoes still in every flower

Opening to a world still thawing

Hail and herald, O hopeless among men;

Spring comes, Spring comes, Spring is coming

[kohakhearts]

cons of going to a “good schoolTM”: insane workload, unbearable classmates, next to no support when you have any kind of extenuating circumstances Including literal hospitalization, etc

pros of going to a “good schoolTM”: the 9-5 lifestyle is genuinely a major improvement

[tgshydestan]

sometimes i remember im technically a published author (emphasis on technically) and im like damn ahaha that was weird

[prettyblondguys]

Left unattended

I've let mold grow over the things in my life.

I've let bugs infest the fabric of my days,

let moths chew through my future.

Life doesn't stop moving, not even when you need it to, not even when you can't move at the same pace.

Forever doesn't exist here.

If things aren't growing, they're decaying.

[elftwink]

i am happy with my life rn but i do often wonder if things would have shook out differently had i realized i was in love with my best friend in 7th grade instead of like writing her a sappy journal for when she moved away including fully writing out the lyrics to sarah mclachlan's i will remember you before ultimately deciding it was to embarrassing to even give her, rediscovering said journal like 5 years later, reading it, and being like. hmm. something very lgbt was happening to me

[cybermeep]

crossing my arms and pouting like a five year old as my peers once again get free reign of seeing my most personal of paintings

[honeyed-sunflowers]

the ancient ache in my bones, the fear of loss in my hot blood

and your desperate desire to escape the kaleidoscopic world

it's the universe's plan - weaving us through the pain into one

if i could bend space and time, connect to you with golden strings

maybe we can finally see what our souls know but our minds deny

— dandelion [from mirror world dreams]

[keeps-ache]

ever just stay up two minutes too late and start Writing

[tsui-no-sora]

Hello this deserves a longer ask.

Yes, I understand you, there is no need to apologize about how you feel now or never. You are valid and you may think, this is selfish of me but it isn't the love and grief you feel is not selfish in any way.

And I encourage you to talk about it in your blog if you want, or maybe in private with someone, if it helps you and maybe you don't notice but it helps others to feel seen cause we are here together, we are his fandom and his chat and we are here for one another.

We are holding each other right now, I am trying to hold you, don't feel that you are selfish in your grief cause you can never be that with love, so lets talk here or in private, let's feel cause that helps.

Also I am doing this off anon, cause if someone else wants to drop by in my main. We are a community, thats what Technoblade made us to be, and I will hold to that, and hold you if you need to.

I should try to talk about it in my real life too but I don't really have any friends who would really understand why I feel how I feel and I don't want to bring anybody down but I also tend to do my best to not speak about it on my blog because I feel like that's just dragging anybody who happens to see it down together with me but at least today with that other anon and with a few things on my inbox at the moment I have seen it helped some other people feel less alone in their feelings and that made me feel more accompanied

Because yeah at the end of the day we are a community we are all going through this together we can support each other at least a little

Thank you let me hold you back your words mean a lot to me I feel so much reassurance right now thank you for always being so kind

[queerstudiesnatural]

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[tall-lsbn]

I really hope my friend from junior year knows that I still have the gift she gave me as a going away gift when I had to move and it's one of the most important sentimental items I own

[bambi-lesbian-posts]

...what am I looking at right now what the fuck is this on my dash

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n wrote this at 5am so I apologize for any errors! <3 also it's poorly written but I hope you guys still like it.

Yk what fucking drives me crazy the most?

Sweet innocent looking men that treats you so well, I'm talking like he writes you cute poems, follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy and gets all flustered and shy when you want to go to Victoria secret to get new bras and panties but he still goes in with you anyways with his hand clinging onto your arm instead of just leaving because anything for you, the way his face melts into your hand whenever you'd cup his cheeks, looking at you with those innocent puppy dog eyes then he kisses your hand. Like he's just such a cutie you know? He'd let you do his makeup and let you baby him and feed him. Literally just anything you want he'd do it and lets you do. Whatever makes you happy.

And that same sweet innocent guy would have you against the wall, his strong arms holding you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs as he slams his hips against you, each thrust pushing you higher against the wall as he let you drop back down on his fat cock after, and he's even noisier than you are, loud whimpers and groans escaping his lips as he looks at your face, feeling satisfied and happy that his thick cock is the reason for your cute fucked out expression and sweet moans that are like music to his ears. Your nails leaving long red marks on his shoulders and back that he's sooo proud of having, he loves it when you do that, it's like a reward to him for making you feel good. His big strong arms pressing your legs back even further up as your knees raised up by your shoulders, giving him a deeper angle as his cock brushed against the right spots inside you that made you see stars to the point where you can't even think straight.

"O-oh fuck! baby, need you to cum ple-ase, fuck! please, wanna see you make a mess on my cock please I'm begging you princess", his voice cracks as he whimpers it out to you. The sweet and innocent needy tone in his voice compared to his rough pounding like he fucking hates you and had to prove it was all it took for you to cream around him, nails digging deeply into his back as he's practically making out with your neck, kissing and sucking on the tender flesh, leaving a bunch of purple and red marks that's definitely going to make him all fluttered and shy when he sees them in a few hours, remembering about what happened earlier. His eyes rolling back as he feels you coating his cock with your cum and dripping all over him.

"Ngh! Oh fuck, Tha-nk you! Thank you so much, gon-na cum!". He cries out. Your toes curling as he sped up his pace, hammering his cock in a reckless pace into your poor cunt, his thick cock head kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts as he greedily chases his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock so deep inside of you to the hilt so he can fill you up full of his cum as he painted your tight walls white, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock, stuffing your hungry cunt full as he lets out a shaky groan while planting his face in your neck. He starts breathing heavily, panting against your neck as you felt his cock twitching inside of you. And you know what? He slowly pulls it out of you, being sooo careful that he doesn't spill any cum as he grips on your thighs even tighter before getting on his knees and eating all of his cum out of your filthy stuffed cunt like the good boy he is, after all its his mess and well, yours also but he doesn't mind! he just wants to make it easier for you to clean you know? :(

Choso, Izuku, Armin, Toge, Zentisu, Kirishima, Yuuji, Kaneki.

[eglerieth]

Some of y’all are not appreciating Bilbo Baggins enough. I am here to remedy that. This guy has:

• somehow managed to establish himself as a respectable, staid hobbit by the time he was fifty, despite being both a grandson of Bullroarer Took and the Shire champion of pretty much every aiming-game known to hobbitkind

• had an in-depth debate on pleasantries with a random guy passing by in the street, who turned out to be GANDALF

• collapsed in front of his own fire shaking and muttering “struck by lightning” over and over again in response to hearing about dragons and danger

• mind you, this was after he screamed loud enough to startle a roomful of Dwarves

• signed up for a dangerous quest completely outside of his league out of spite

• when told to scout out a mysterious light, saw some trolls, and instead of reporting back with the information, decided to PICK THE TROLLS POCKET

• arrived in Rivendell for the first time and said it “smelled like elves”

• upon meeting a strange creature that visibly wanted to eat him, he decided to play a riddle game with him- and guessed pretty much every one, and made up his own riddles, afraid and alone, that not only were good and full of linguistic puns, but actually stumped the other guy- AND THEN CHEATED AND WON WITH A QUESTION

• showed mercy to said strange creature who wanted to kill him, and was now standing between him and freedom

• eavesdropped on the dwarves arguing over whether to try to save him, then popped up casually smack in the middle of them just as they were debating

• somehow managed to sleep like a log at the really really high eyrie full of wild predators

• found himself in a bad situation, said eff it, and turned around and antagonized and fought off an insane amount of man eating spiders, like enough of them that fifty was a small portion, by singing at them with incredibly complex and punny insulting songs composed on the spot, while simultaneously slaying them in multitudes despite having zero combat training. Seriously, we don’t discuss enough how epic the spider scene is.

• broke a company of dwarves out of the very secure prison of the Elvenking by inventing white water rafting with barrels

• charmed his way out of being eaten by a dragon

• stole the frickin Arkenstone from the guys who employed him, one of whom was a king

• took part in an epic battle, only to be knocked out in the first ten minutes and miss the entire thing

• was named elf-friend by the guy who’s prisoners he sprung

• wrote his own autobiography, complete with all the narrative recognition of his own heroics

• spent 60 years writing said autobiography

• taught his lower class neighbor’s kid how to read

• taught his nephew Elvish- not only Sindarin, but Quenya too

• spent decades telling his cousins his own story as fairy tales, complete with character impressions accurate enough that one of them was able to fool a servant of the Enemy with a second hand impression

• used the One Ring of Power to hide from his neighbors

• planned an elaborate feast with multiple social faux pas to mess with his neighbors, complete with a purposefully bewildering speech and culminating in him vanishing into thin air in front of everyone

• left his cousins and neighbors very unsubtle passive aggressive gifts in his will

• settled into Rivendell, randomly befriended the heir to the throne of like half of Middle Earth, and apparently spent his time writing very personal poems about his hosts and reciting them to crowds of elves

• after being invited to a Council of basically every major kingdom in the continent, spent a quarter of the time reciting vague poems about his friends, a quarter of the time telling anyone who would listen about his heroic past, and half the time interrupting to ask when lunch would be

• volunteered to bring the ring to Mordor

• became one of only four or five mortals in history to live in Valinor

Seriously, Bilbo Baggins may well be the most chaotic, insane person in the entire legendarium, and that includes the likes of people like Finrod “bit a werewolf to death to save the life of guy who he just met and gave up his kingdom for” Felagund.