Dialogue Prompt #169 || Weekly-ish
"If you actually tried-"
"Oh yeah, let me just try a little harder. Maybe then I will be absolved of all my sins and escape your pestering."

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Dialogue Prompt #169 || Weekly-ish
"If you actually tried-"
"Oh yeah, let me just try a little harder. Maybe then I will be absolved of all my sins and escape your pestering."
The writer's barely disguised longing for a soft life shared with someone who loves them
nightmares
They are well used to nightmares. Drowning. Eaten by sharks. Struck by lightning. Shot in bed. Falling off a bridge. Dying.
What a scared child they were.
Eventually, the nightmares faded. Slowly.
The fear lingered but they no longer woke up short of breath, the faintest choked out words squeezed from their throat.
They hardly dreamt at all now.
Or if they did, they didn't remember.
But, oh.
Oh, the cruelest nightmares...
Aren't the ones that have them drowning alone in the sea. Or facing the long forgotten figure of their father. Not even the sharp words and barbs that they remember from their family.
The cruelest nightmares were dreams.
The rare dream they would have, the vestiges of it that they would remember in the morning.
He was there. In messages that never changed. In his voice. Telling them about his day and flustering so easily at even the slightest hint of provocation. His shy stutters and pauses flooding their ears. His usual self-deprecation and half-hearted smile.
They took his hand in theirs, intertwining their fingers awkwardly. It was warm. Comfortable. And they huffed at his self-deprecating manner. They called him a "good man." And he believed it for once. Relaxed in their presence. Looked them in the eyes more easily.
Sometimes they kissed. Sometimes not.
Sometimes they didn't even hold hands.
Sometimes he wasn't even there in front of them.
Sometimes when they dreamt, they only dreamt of messages, not even calls. Of that feeling of excitement and eagerness. Words typed out in front of them. Back and forths that lasted hours.
It was always him.
The nightmares they had as a child were never as cruel as this. To dangle such a fantasy right before their eyes and sweep it away with the morning light.
Dialogue Prompt #168 || Weekly-ish
"Why does it have to be this way?"
"Because any other way would fail. And I don't intend to fail."
hey is it like,,, common for your like much more privileged (straight/white/male/rich) friends to just like,,,,,,, never really like try to understand what your life is like?
like if they're straight and you're not, is looking up the sexuality and mb reading some faq's or posts about what that would entail, like is that normal or is that more rare?
if they're white do they try to understand your racial background or culture? or do you just not talk about it? and they kinda look at you like an alien w/e you haven't tried something (usually traditionally white) like constantly bc they forget that you live in a different culture at home...?
if they're male then do they not ask curious questions about like what it's like to be a woman? like periods, forms of sexism, women's fears, shit like that??? female gaze???
and for the rich do they like,,, never get to the point where they start considering,,, what didn't you have? like???
Dialogue Prompt #167 || Weekly-ish
"And so what's your plan?"
"I'm supposed to have a plan?"
Dialogue Prompt #166 || Weekly-ish
"I mean, like I get it they want to spend time with their partner-"
"But they still have a relationship with YOU. You don't have to be their partner, even friendships are still relationships that they should be maintaining. Maybe they're just a bad friend."
i swear im not dead i just keep forgetting to put more posts in the queue bc my senior thesis needs to be done in like 2ish weeks and i procrastinated not like a lot but enough for me to panic justttt a little bit
and then after that i need to set up an exhibition and present my senior thesis to the department
needless to say i am uhhhh stressed
Dialogue Prompt #165 || Weekly-ish
"Are you scared?"
"What? Pfft... No... Of course not."
Dialogue Prompt #164 || Weekly-ish
"You're nothing without me!"
Dialogue Prompt #163 || Weekly-ish
"It was not your right to tell them!"
"It is when they asked me and not you."
morning
i'd rather taste blood in my mouth
instead it is morning that rests on my tongue a dry, sour taste my mouth devoid of saliva
i lay as though dead and the morning light reveals all my hurt
flesh torn from my body glistening red turned dark brown
the shallow movement of my chest
as though i had been mauled in the night
instead it is morning that bears down on me
my skin unblemished my breath unlabored
i'd rather taste blood in my mouth
i could excuse my woundedness better then i could show you the hurt then i could find the cure then
my bones are unbroken but i feel shattered all the same
it feels like morning
Dialogue Prompt #162 || Weekly-ish
"What am I meant to do? Forget them?"
Dialogue Prompt #161 || Weekly
"How do I tell someone that I miss them?"
"Just tell them."
"I can't just tell them!"
(no beers in) do you guys think i'm redeemable
i keep saying “i’m tired” but it’s not sleep i need. it’s peace. and i don’t know where to find it anymore.
Dialogue Prompt #160 || Weekly
"What is WRONG with you?!"