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
sorry but I am not subscribing to our society's disgusting obsession with youth. when I turn 30 I'm going to be really happy and throw a party and be elated at how much I will have grown by then, the same way I did when I turned 10 and celebrated finally being 'double digits'. When I turn 40 I will be ecstatic. There are good and bad things about every age but there is no way my 20s are going to be the best years of my life because I am still barely getting to know myself. By 30 I hope to be very well-acquainted
Whack-A-Mole
Was it just me or when you first started reading fanfiction you thought orphan_account was the most prolific writer ever?
no because i dont think you understand the absolute god maydayparade8123 is to pjo fanfiction
There are kind people in the world
There are people who would care for you
There are people who would love you without expecting you to suffer for it
There are people who would be your friend. Good friends, who don't want you to hurt
There is more to the world than the cruelty you were force-fed
I promise you
girls fixing their necklaces like businessmen fix their ties
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.
bastille has done more for the queer community by just making all of their love songs about "you" instead of specifying a gender than taylor swift has in all of her discography. thanks for coming to my ted talk.
!!you guys
go follow deetsithink on intsa i post pretty cool stuff on there :p
I need everyone’s best character advice. STAT.