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To feel pt.2
To live without feeling is not to live at all. Yes, they say that and yes, in some ways, I believe too. However, I also believe this a perfect ¨do as I say, not as I do¨ situation because, of course, we all know how vital feelings are, and yet we hide them. What for, really? Shame? Embarrassment? Aren´t those feelings as well?
I´m a hypocrite, of course, for I too live my life with my feelings locked inside a vault which keys have been lost far, far long ago. I claim to feel so much I´ve plead to God for a way out for; ´´in any moment, I could explode´´. Truly it does feel that way but it never does come out. For I claim to live my life to the fullest yet I hide my sadness, my fears, my anger, my love.
How full could that life be if one is constantly hiding the most important parts away? How fullfilled could one´s life be if it´s embarrassed by joy? Ashamed of tears? What is the purpose of hiding that which makes us human? Hiding the only one thing all of us have in common? What is the purpose of lighting a fire if not to watch it all burn? Dissipate the smoke, sweep the ashes, swallow the coughs, pretend that to breathe is not a priority. Pretend that to feel is not a priority. We all do it anyway.
To feel
I know, I know, I understand. That to live without feeling is not to live at all. But God, dear God if you can hear me, do you how difficult it is to live when you feel it all? Did you intend this? Was this in your plan? Do you feel this too?
What’s a bad miracle? They got a word for that?
NOPE 2022 dir. Jordan Peele
Only girl
I’m a girl
Only just a little girl
When did you decide I was woman? When did I say yes?
I’m no woman
I’m a girl
Only just a little girl
Why don’t they believe me? That I’m still a little girl? Why don’t they want me? Why won’t they touch me? Why did you touch me?
I’m no woman
I’m a girl
Only just a little girl
I never wanted to be woman. I wasn’t ready to be a woman. Why did you make me a woman? What does it mean to be woman?
Whatever you say, i don’t care
Because I’m a girl
Only just a little girl
Wherever you touched me, I don’t like it
Doesn’t change that I’m girl
Only just a little girl
Whoever doesn’t trust me, I don’t get it
I was a girl
Only just a little girl
"If clarity’s in death then why won’t this die? Years of tearing down our banners You and I Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood It was mine first" - Taylor Swift
It´s hard being a girl
rambling
my writing is nothing but words being spat out as think but I think my ink wouldn’t agree. I feel like a ramble, everything I say it’s just rambles.
Is rambling allowed? Can I ramble my way through these papers? Can I call it art? Is rambling a type of poetry? Have I ever done poetry? Proper poetry? Wasn’t poetry nothing but rambles once? Haven’t we all been nothing but rambles once?
My pen doesn’t get stuck on the paper like my tongue does in my mouth, the ink doesn’t get pressed on the barrel as the saliva does in my throat whenever topics get personal, would the pen shiver if it felt my nervousness or would it not care? Would the pen sense I have more to say?
Would I it write on its own? Would it speak for itself? Would it stutter, wouldn’t it splurge? Would it know that I’m a poet? Would it care if I’m not?
i feel this
all the dabloon thing that started on tiktok is so freaking cute
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I've been thinking of writing tua imagines, one-shots, fics, or whatever since I'm currently OBSESSED with the show. Would you be interested in that?
La mente curiosa a veces recibe respuestas que no le agradan.
"ÂżQuĂ© hago acá?" TodavĂa me hago esa pregunta, todos los dĂas en realidad. ÂżCĂłmo? ÂżCuándo? Por quĂ©? Siempre preguntaba y nunca respondĂan ÂżCĂłmo lleguĂ© acá? ÂżCuándo lleguĂ© acá? ÂżPor quĂ© estoy acá? Nada, me miraban y se iban. "QuĂ© malos" pensaba, "no me quieren ayudar" pensaba. Más tarde entendĂ que no era asĂ, pero asĂ se veĂa. La verdad es que me estaban protegiendo, Âżde quĂ©? se preguntarán. La pregunta tendrĂa que ser "Âżde quiĂ©n? y la respuesta es: de mĂ, sino ÂżquiĂ©n más?
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the other day i had a dream that i went to pick my brother up from baseball practice and jaehyun from nct plopped himself in my front seat instead. then he started talking and looked up at me. he got very red and started apologizing while leaving. i also was apologizing, i don't know why. all while my brother was outside the car laughing at his sister and teammate being nervous fools
It was way too hot. You could feel sweat sticking to your skin as you pressed your head back against the car seat.
You weren’t sure why your car’s AC had suddenly decided to stop working last week but as you sat parked on the side of the road, waiting for your brother to get out of baseball practice all you could do was curse at the universe for it.
What was taking the boy so long anyways? Practice should have ended fifteen minutes ago so why was he still nowhere to be seen? You hated picking him up because of this very reason He always told you that the coach was keeping them longer but you knew he was talking to his friends and hanging around. You swore that next time you’d just let him walk home if he was late again.
“Hey, dude,” A voice chiming into the car along with the sound of the passenger door opening pulled open pulled your attention away from your woes. Your eyes widened as you watched a guy in a uniform similar to your brother’s plop down into the seat next you you and close the door.
“Sorry I’m late. The coach kept going on and on about how we need to win our next game as if we didn’t already know that and then Doyoung would not let me leave because he kept talking abou-“ The boy went on and on with his rambling as he went through his bag to make sure he hadn’t left anything behind and only stopped when he had turned his body to throw it in the backseat. When his eyes caught yours, he was freezing mid-movement.
“You…are not Taeyong,” His brows furrowed as he stared at you before looking around the car and realizing that the little keychain that Taeyong hung on his rearview mirror was not present in this car, “Holy shit I’m in the wrong car. I’m so sorry. Oh my God,”
“No,” You shook your head, not knowing how to process the sudden situation, “I’m sorry,”
Why were you apologizing?
“What- no-” You noted the way his ear were starting to get red, “Holy Shit. I am so sorry. I got in the wrong car oh my-“
The boy was rushing as he opened the door again before stumbling outside. You couldn’t help the yelp that left your lips as he almost lost his footing, apologizing all the while before looking around and finding a car that look similar to yours.
“I am so sorry,” He looked at you one more time before running off in a flash, leaving you stunned in your seat.Â
You could hear laughter from outside the car as the boy disappeared and when you leaned forward to look out, you caught sight of your brother keeling over in a fit of giggles.
“Jaehyun what the fuck?” He wheezed, trying to hold in his laughs but to no avail, “You both are so awkward,”
I can totally imagine this in real life
This happened to me once...but I was Jaehyun... so embarrassing..
one taeil hug a day keeps the doctor away 🤗💗
I like to think that one day I'll get a Taeil hug myself too :')
the lea michele situation is actually a prime example of why we should be wary of performative activism right now. if you are supporting the cause by protesting, donating, posting your support, etc. that’s great! but this problem goes so much deeper than just police brutality.
every single non-black person who has posted #blacklivesmatter this week needs to take a step back and analyze whether or not their actions (not just their words) have shown that they truly believe that statement. it’s a clear and obvious choice to speak out against the brutal murder of an innocent man. however, if you are not making the obvious choice every day to speak up for us when your friends/relatives make racist jokes, if you are not listening to and respecting the black people you know in real life, if you have not sat down to analyze the ways you actively benefit from this system, if you have not worked to start unlearning the biases you were raised with, or if you thought “black lives matter” was a controversial statement until this week, do not pretend to care just because everyone is talking about it right now.
when these protests are over, there will still be many battles to fight. this is not a game, and this is not something you post about just for likes and clicks. if you are resting easy right now thinking that you’re “one of the good ones” for showing public outrage over a situation that should anger any reasonable person, you need to do more. racism is not something you can pick and choose when to be against. we don’t get to pick and choose when we experience racism. so if you’re going to get involved with this situation right here, right now, then you need to be ready to hold yourself and others accountable for anti-blackness in all other areas of your life.
white people can and SHOULD reblog!