So There Was This One Time...

You don't have to be pretty like her, you can be pretty like you

[thefeelofavideogame]

[michaelpitted]

[uptional]

[boy-so-pale]

[tall-butt]

mood

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[mrchandlerbings]

[vitamincream]

[rasengnn]

[flyinanotherlife]

Abi&Ollie requested by meltedspoon

[awkwardlystrangebutterfly]

[pinkwinged-deactivated20230125]

[2wentybelow]

[alittletooextroverted]

Monday has come and gone, which means a new episode of hey u up is online now!

[seashellronan]

*listens to straight people for 5 mins*

me:

[tristamateer]

It is May and the nights blend together like butter and honey or peaches and cream, but not both. Which is to say, nothing is going how I thought it would. This is last June in reverse. The boxes are filling themselves. I am sleeping next to the packing tape. The old hurt is spilling out everywhere. My heart is buzzing again. My heart is a wasp’s nest. My heart is a monument to absence. A postcard that says: YOU WERE HERE ONCE, BUT YOU’RE NOT ANYMORE. All of my dreams are about being weightless. Leaving the heaviness outside and praying for rain in Texas. I put my regret into a box and write FREE TO A GOOD HOME on the side of it. I still hope everyone who walks by has the good sense not to pick it up. I am waiting for someone other than myself to call this predictable. To tell me it had to go this way. To say, I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY EXPECTED.

SEPARATION IN THE AMERICAN SOUTH by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[officialiwrotethisforyou]

“So two people can love each other and still spiral down the kitchen sink like cold coffee poured from the mug.

So you don’t come back to me.

And all the phone calls were really just phone calls.

And all the metaphors are stuck in their poems.

So I got on the plane and you never even met me on the other end and no one can understand why I forgive you for it.

But I do.

I never tell you.

But I do.”

- Trista Mateer, winner of the 2015 Goodreads Poetry Choice Award and author of The Dogs I Have Kissed, wrote this recently in my book, I Am Incomplete Without You, on page 51.