I Had A Nightmare A Few Weeks Ago About Some Murders, And Usually That Freaks Me Out For A While And

do you think famous poets looked at what they wrote like an hour later and went, "yo this is kinda cringe-" or is that a new development in poetry?

IMCOMINGONHEREBECAUSEIDFEELLIKEANASSHOLEIFITALKABOUTMYPROBLEMSINTHEDISCORDSERVERANDBOTHERMYONLYFRIENDSAGAIN.

Where are the rushed diary entries, as you run with friends to a playground. Where is the harsh, impulsive attitude. When did it all become so soft? This is not at any fault of light, but at the fault of us for not properly documenting the dark. Early morning is not complete without the stinging cold air, tea is not without it's bitterness. When did we start writing only the delicate? You cannot comprehend love without the suddenness of it all, no matter how slow you can try to take it there is the unmistakable surprises love must give someone. Without the impulsivity, the dark, the sudden, everything becomes diluted. And much less true.

“One day you will thank yourself for never giving up.”

— Unknown (via heavyrain-dc)

Mfw one of my special interests is leftism but I can't talk about it to anyone I know:

any one else see an ad,

fully acknowledge that it is, infact, an ad,

scroll past the ad,

and then go, "but what if that wasn't an ad"

To which you proceed to scroll back up skim the ad and just

"IT WAS AN AD! :D"

Ive had an almost but not quite bad day. Jazz band was good and I woke up okay, if not tired. I left the social studies sheet at school and it's due tomorrow :/ The art teacher left everyone have a free for all on unclaimed pieces from last semester, most of the good stuff was taken before I got there but I did get a left over print that was nice. I've been working on a writing project that I hope I finish, I've actually enjoyed writing it so far. I can't wait till the week end, I think I'll go to the library :)

My brother made some soup today and as I started eating, it tasted very bland. He poured his soup and then left the room, so I added some salt to mine. and, yup. Much better, so I added salt to his bowl. And then added salt to the pot of soup.

I think I just older brothered my older brother

I hate when people don't believe me when I say I'm good without something.

You don't have to buy me things to win my affection, I'm not trying to be considerate of your finances, I just don't want a drink. It's okay. Sometimes I'm just not hungry and I'm not interested in that last cookie. It's okay that I really like that thing, I just don't want it. I know that eating it right now isn't what will make me feel good.

Why can't friends and family respect that I sometimes don't want things, sometimes I just want a glass of cold water with a straw. And that's good enough for me.

I hate when ppl are like, "nooooOooOoOooOO you can't put a plastic bag on your head" like, do you think I don't acknowledge the dangers of putting a bag on my head?