Don't Worry About It Jayce 💭

not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual

College AU

The eye opened and I wasnt prepared.

🌼 poems (and a love letter) that helped me live through july 🌼

One Or Two Things, Mary Oliver

Kitchen Song, Laura Kasischke

The Breathing, Denise Levertov

Trapped, Charles Bukowski

Precognition, Margaret Atwood

Rain, John Burnside

Looking, Walking, Being, Denise Levertov

At Joan's, Frank O'Hara

You, Carol Ann Duffy

Time, Louise Gluck

Effort at Speech Between Two People, Muriel Rukeyser

Still, A. R. Ammons

Sonnet XL, Edna St. Vincent Millay

Sonnet XLIII, Edna St. Vincent Millay

Listen, W. S. Merwin

A Thin Line, Ryuichi Tamura (translated by Samuel Grolmes and Yumiko Tsumura)

Driveway, Richard Siken

The Sentence, Anna Akhmatova

Wanting to Die, Anne Sexton

Eating Together, Kim Addonizio

The Look, Sara Teasdale

The Starry Night, Anne Sexton

Hammond B3 Organ Cistern, Gabrielle Calvocoressi

Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946

and when nobody wakes you up in the morning, nobody waits for you at night, when you can do whatever you want; but what do you call it; freedom or loneliness?

– Charles Bukowski

on overwhelming loneliness

beast monster thing (love isnt love enough), car seat headrest // lonely eyes, the front bottoms // the draw, bastille //holly warburton // hey, space cadet (beast monster thing in space), car seat headrest // haruki murakami // siggtrygr // holly warburton // anthony cudahy // david levithan // @/erotomanicpixiedreamgirl // fiona apple // the outsider, marina // holly warburton // @/iwannagetmarriedintrippenshoes // f. scott fitzgerald // anemone, joywave

do you ever think about eddie counting the seconds buck was dead for and just. cry. because like. he was counting the seconds buck was gone for, but he didn’t actually know buck was gonna come back to life, did he. what would he have done if buck didn’t come back? he would’ve kept counting, wouldn’t he? he would’ve counted every second he’s living and buck isn’t. every second he’s breathing and buck isn’t. he would’ve never stopped counting.

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