That's Actually So Thoughtful Though. I Love It

it’s always been me and my 15 followers against the world

i still find it so insane that we've normalized child influencers / family channels that are so clearly an attempt of exploitation towards their own children.

Piper rock-elle is so well known, millions of followers, a lawsuit against her mother; Tiffany, but the content she gives to the internet is still there. and we watch and do NOTHING about it.

it's not even about just one kid, there are so many children who go through this and let's be so real, even if they want to become famous, you are not old enough to provide such content. and as a childs guardian, it is THEUR DUTY to parent, to tell them no.

we live in an insane world.

 “ Sometimes a thing gets broken, and when you rebuild it, its stonger for it, you know? A lotta things are like that. You put a sword in a steel forge, you gotta beat the hell outta that thing to get it nice and hard and sharp, you know? Breaking things isn’t bad. ”

- Brennan Lee Mulligan

i love how humans love. how poems can be based off a single glance thrown to a stranger. how my mother will always have food at the table no matter how tired she is. how we looked at stars and decided that they're beautiful and should be named. how a child clings to his dads legs. how we hold each other to feel safe. how two friends laugh at absolutely nothing in particular. how you might think of someone while reading this. we are nothing if we cannot feel.

Tell me a soft memory

the color purple

It was the way you saw me, like I was a cherry a day too ripe, the bruise you got while scraping your knee from when you were five ( it hasn’t left, it never will ) , the color my eyelids saw when they were mourning the loss of never being known by you,  how you imagine jellyfish to look like ( don’t touch it, don’t touch it )

I touch it, I am consumed, I transform. I did not drown, I chose to break the dominion.

A spare gravestone, I fall  on it. It’s blurry ( the death of reappropriation )  the absurd moth you saw from your window sill , the act of letting it linger for far too long, a written letter that your mother tore out of anger, a wounded deer that won’t let anyone touch her ( stay away ) ( but it’s calling to me ) (or do you want to be called out to )

Sickly smooth, easy to touch. Soap covered hands, I bring them to my eyes, they sting. ( I thought it wouldn’t, not to this extent

But it is also feeling jealousy for the first time, it is also smelling burnt popcorn that my best friend made, I laugh ; it’s soft , it is okay

11:19

I need a way to say this character makes me feel insane amounts of lust but not in a sexual or romantic way

“You're braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think.” – Christopher Robin, Winnie The Pooh

source? i felt it in my heart