had a couple of very good writing days
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timers and curfews.
i find myself,
starting to hate timers.
why?
i'll never know.
well
actually
i
do.
as you wrap your
arms around my waist,
i feel my body shiver;
twitch.
i feel the concept
of
time start to become
the least of my worries...
images of what we could do
while frank ocean plays,
flash in my
perverted mind.
my breathing quickens.
your hands trail further.
my body leans in closer.
i respond with a soft sigh.
and there it is.
that god awful.
timer.
to ruin our moment.
we awkwardly say goodbye.
i roll over as you drive away.
and i lay,
and think,
"maybe another time."
maybe i'm just bad at acting on affection.
the song i listened to today:
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currently living a coming of age movie because I sent my apartment neighbour(s, there are two of them) a letter one night under their door to say "Hi, sometimes life is real hard but I got to hear you and your friends have genuine fun singing to music and playing your acoustic guitar, thank you for reminding me that there can be good things everywhere, have a good night"
and then they slipped a note under my door saying "thank you! we loved hearing from you! we were celebrating a birthday, our friend who plays guitar is very happy, we hope the music was good for you, have a good night as well" and now we are having a back and forth recommending songs to each other!
literally the coolest fucking thing ever i am glad strangers can be kind
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> You are encased in the cement that is those you love who love you.
> It protects you. Makes you beautiful. It will immortalize you.
> Your legs are restless.
> You're going to have to move, sooner or later.
> The sun will blind you, at first. The wind will feel like razors against your skin for a time.
> Do you think it'll be worth it?
> Who would choose to become human, over art?
> There will be times where your once graceful shoulders will hunch in pain. Your formerly serene face crumpled in ugly anger.
> You will be so scared to turn around and see the wreckage. Chunks of cement and dust are all that will be left of the statue you used to be.
> Aren't you scared?
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So Part 26, hm? Always love to see a character at their breaking point. Love it so much, that I'll cry over it, because damn my heart was just breaking for Arthur. John reciting a poem to calm him down was just the last nail in my coffin.
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bc hes quoted in that post it suddenly reminded me of when ppl on twt were calling ocean vuong a hack/cringe/etc. we should start killing people
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We're eating food of other peoples half finished plates that they’ve pushed aside, no food waste on our watch, sharing drinks without asking; accepting a half-finished black coffee offered by a comrade I’ve never exchanged words with in the middle of nowhere to keep me awake as we learn to construct a monopole. Hugs hello, goodbye, and as a regular 'i love you'. This shit is hard, this shit is scary, life as a fezzer is three minor traumas a week, and a million tiny beauties in your comrades eyes and words and brushes up against you and massive bear hugs and constant check-ins.
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I bet whoever started the church doctrine of never loving anything in the world more than god just had god as a special interest
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My Safe Place,
The years that I've spent with you; feels ethereal and eternity. Our life is filled with so much love. Although, there were arguments that leads to misunderstandings. Yet, those days, I have with you are the best days in my life. I've learned a lot and realized one thing; you are my safe place, my home.
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mutuals to fall off tire swings and steal neighbors plums with
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Good Omens makes me feel things so strongly it's triggering my heart condition, but I'm still going to rewatch both seasons for the third time in a row while the chestpain is killing me (figuratively, I'm not at risk) unable to break the loop that I got trapped in.
I will never be able to love anything else in my life anymore.
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i hope this person dies actually
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i try to act all high n mighty n mature but the second someone slightly older than me respects me/my identity/my work its all fucking over
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oh while i'm logged in for once i figure i should tell the tumblr followers . i had a Rough lesbian week of visibility. sort of. by that i mean i like cried like a baby over every post i saw for it and i was like gee, why! i'm not even a lesbian! i'm just bi with a preference for women!
well i thought hard abt it and i have previously wondered if i'm a lesbian before and i was like. no surely not! i had a terrible crush on a boy when i was 13! i think boys are cute sometimes! but
upon further and serious thought i was like. i cannot imagine loving a man as much as i have loved the girls/nb people in my life like. never ever. there's just no way. i MEAN...ok maybe it's possible but i think abt being with a man on any intimate level and get kind of sick to my stomach now so i was like. ok! i was hung up over my Past History Of Liking Boys but when i think abt present day and future i just genuinely. do not want to date a man . i'm not gonna pretend i know what the future holds so who knows maybe there's some great guy out there but actually thinking about that makes me LOWKEY NAUSEOUS so. all of this to say i think i am a lesbian now <3 woohoo 🥳
i am still suffering from some lesbian imposter syndrome hardcore but at the same time i feel like??? freer...and like i can love more authentically, so it's also really exciting and i just want to talk about it everywhere <3
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honestly hysterical sometimes to read responses to some of my poems bc so many of them are like, “you are so good at examining faith and talking about god :) what a good christian girl :)” and im like. no actually im an atheist and part of the reason i write poetry about religion and god is bc i have a fundamentally weird relationship with religion and god. i havent been to church in years. god to me is a little guy im rotating around like a chicken blorbo. stop accusing me of being a fundamentalist for talking about god.
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