“Grief is stored in the lungs.” I read this forever ago, but my lungs are home to a different kind of pain.
I store my regret in my lungs in the form of heavy stones that sink deep into my alveoli. With each apology or “I love you” I couldn’t word, with each goodbye, for each failure that could have been avoided, my lungs get heavier and heavier. It’s getting harder to breathe because I carry stones I cannot let go of.
Cut me open. Slash across my body. Let my stones fall out of me until I can taste only my blood and sorrow in the back of my throat.
Then I may breathe.
I wonder if I’m broken because I store my emotions in all the wrong places.
I place my wrath in the chambers of my heart, let it pump the anger until it take over my whole body. I feel it burn underneath my skin, sour anger mixing with bitter blood. A disease I cannot escape no matter how much I bleed.
As long as my heart is still beating, my rage will continue to burn within me.
I keep my grief in my hands in the shape of sharp crystals. The tighter I hold on to the past, to the people I loved, the deeper the cuts, the more I bleed. It’s the most painful of all, but it’s the easiest to let go of. And the easiest to pick up again.
I bleed because I am sad and angry and because I love. Bleeding means feeling. It means I an still alive, that my anger is still pushed by a beating heart, that my regret filled lungs still work, in spite of heaviness I carry.
I have toxicity flow through my body, sticky like black tar, so venomous I question my own humanity, but I can still find love on the tip of my tongue, my fingers, in my chest cavity, warm and sweet.
No matter how poisonous I can be, I am still capable of tenderness.
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Question-
Do any other ace people forget that people are like…having sex?
Like sometimes im just shocked with the realization like “omg there are so many people that are like…interested in having sex.”
I’m personally like forgetful as fuck an I genuinely wake up every day with the realization “oh yea I’m queer!!” (Im being so deadass about that btw)
But yea like every time an allosexual friend is like “omg she’s so hot i would let her fucking RAIL me” (not like asexuals cant make sex jokes i quite genuinely do it all the time) but like….they MEAN it, ykwim?
LIKE THEY WOULD GENUINELY LET THAT HAPPEN AND THEY GENUINELY MEAN THAT THEY WANT THAT TO HAPPEN AND IT JUST-CONFUSES THE FUCK OUT OF ME
(To be clear, i am sex-repulsed, so idk if that has smth to do with it lol)
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my ("aromantic/asexual isnt real!" but still supportive of lgbtq) parents thought it would help me if i could make more sense of my identity and when i got a therapist they asked her to talk to me about it and i told her that i was aroace and my parents just didnt think it was real and she said "well it is" and that was it. that was the whole conversation we never brought it up again. and i think that says a lot
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So, I know I'm a little (very) late to the AvA stuff, but I was rewatching AvM Season 3 for the seven hundredth time and, well, I noticed something and I'm curious to know if it's been discussed before.
AvM Episode 29, Purple's story, specifically, Pink's death.
Her color changes as she dies, or is represented to have died.
It fades to grey.
Now, the question is, can we, or rather should we, use this to infer anything lore-related? Was this just an artistic choice to depict the act of becoming unhealthy/dying, or could this be what actually happens to stick figures that die over a period of time? Are their colors linked to their health?
Let's have a bit of fun with it, and presume that the fading of one's color can happen to a stick figure for health-related reasons, as the scene could imply.
This fading seems to involve loosing the saturation of one's color into grey. Saturation is how vibrant a color is, and the complete lack of saturation is greyscale.
The World-of-Alan reason for Pink's death is that she 'got sick', which is where the health connection of this theory comes from. If she did loose her color as she was dying as the notes depict, that loss of color was likely a result of her failing health rather than any other factors, like age or outside variables. A whole bunch of human body stuff are indicators for good vs poor health, including skin color (jaundice and cyanasis are good examples) so why not a stick's color for them?
What if, when they fully die, they lose all of their original color?
Now, let me propose this…
Who else do we know of who has had their color loose vibrancy?
What if Victim's color has lightened because he's ill?
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can someone explain this to me, is he seeing Castiel's trueform in his carpet, or what is happening 😭
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Prompt 118
Everyone is freaking out. The titan tower was broken into, no signs of who it was, and Tim- Robin- is missing. There’s blood on the walls, taunting them, implying that Tim is going through agony, and they can’t deal with another dead Robin, they can’t-
Meanwhile Tim is bemused, maybe a little concussed because that would explain things maybe, as he’s found himself in a living room full of books and there’s a pair of kids too? One is straight up adoption bait- wait no there’s three, with two of them being adoption bait and the third being a redhead. There’s a trio of small children there already playing by the couch he’s been bundled into.
Where the heck is his mask- or his bo staff or any of his supplies- is that the fucking Red Hood?! No, couldn’t be, must be the concussion, because why would the Red Hood be feeding him a bowl of soup?
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