Jake Peralta, You Absolute Gem 🫶🏽💗

i love you fairy tales i love you folklore i love you myths i love you stories as old as humanity itself i love you oral traditions i love you characters carried through time on my ancestors’ tongues i love you story i’ve seen a million ways and want to see a million more i love you archetypes i love—

you asked me what i ate today and i cough so hard pieces of my spine are thrown from my mouth. i taste blood every time you look at me like i'm something worth dying for. when i was twelve i broke my wrist. it never healed right so now every time you try to hold my hand my bones ache.

my mom says i remind her of her mom and that sometimes it's hard to look at me. it is spring and i hope the hummingbirds can't see into this house.

there are boys that claimed my body felt like home to them. i will never understand this because my hands still shake every time i place them around my neck asking myself how much longer until the thought of peace doesn't make me choke to death.

how can i be this tender and still bite my tongue so hard until everything i never said rots my teeth? i'd let my anger burn this city to the ground before letting anyone hear me say how sorry i am for everything i am not.

-unknown

i don’t make the rules, my brain does and unfortunately that bitch is chemically imbalanced

just going to generally love more in 2025

need a love that turns Qais into Majnu and Laila into La ilaaha illalaah

The Glass Essay, Anne Carson

[ Text ID: Spring opens like a blade ]

ur in her dms i’m in her boop notifications

Yet, you completely missed my point. Your stance on this was flawed right from the beginning itself, which I pointed out. It does not fulfill one of the most important aspect of Colonialism. Without a doubt, there have been hostilities and atrocities against hindus in this period, but it does not equal to colonialism. I hope one day you unlearn the hate you've nurtured.

Not another post whining about why “mUgHaLs WeRe nOt cOlOnizErs” like girl, they were literally foreign invaders who forced you to speak their language, broke your temples, tried eradicating your culture and collected zizya taxes motivated by religious bigotry in hopes of forcing your people to convert! At least have some shame and consideration for your ancestors.

My brother never touches his cricket bat with his feet. It will anger the gods within it, he says. The goalkeeper of my football team kisses the goalpost before the beginning of a match, a silent prayer to the deity within. My sister never puts her paintbrushes on the floor and my father holds his stethoscope with unmatched devotion. You see, the gods are what you want them to be, where you want them to be. In your mother’s lap, in your best friend’s hug, in the coffee you are almost addicted to, in the equipments of the gym you love working out in or in the books you bought but will never read. The gods are wherever you want them to be. The gods are wherever you need them to be.