Shakespeare flavored lip balm

Grazia Curcuru. 25. Registered nurse. Don't judge me for my posts from 10 years ago. Mostly just here for my poetry blog . Follow my writing blog: prosebyday.tumblr.com

[xxcaptainfantasticxx]

Too much time off. Too much reflection.

Too much silence. Solitude.

Deafening.

Haunting.

[memory-is-treachery]

u heard him ladies

[dreamvisiongirlfriend]

so many mornings I need Dionysus to do this for me

[mournfulroses]

Empress Yamatohime, transl. by Kenneth Rexroth, from Written on The Sky; Poems from the Japanese

[words-and-coffee]

[Text ID: Others may forget you, but not I. I am haunted by your beautiful ghost.]

[book-scented-candles]

I'm sick of being used for other peoples' character development

[book-scented-candles]

Clinical paperwork

[book-scented-candles]

All I do is study so I might as well romanticize it

[sweetmilk222]

i study, i think about studying, then i study some more. — paris geller, gilmore girls 📖

[defnotartist]

who cares if I am pretty, if I fail my finals.

[miumiuaddict]

rory gilmore study inspo

[inkskinned]

“HOW TO BE THE GIRL HE WANTS: the first time someone tells you these words I hope you stick out your hand and catch the letters in the air I hope you crunch them in your fist I hope you shove them back into the mouth they flew out of I hope and pray you are not eight years old and hanging off of a shopping cart and groaning about how bored you are, I hope you were not young like I was the first time I read a magazine on a shelf underneath the candy I hope you weren’t young because I still thought everything I read had to be true - but better yet, I hope these words never find you. They tell you to be strong but it’s the little things like this that sit on our hips and tangle in our hair and feel like bees when the night gets dark. It’s the little things we could never ever shake off because the minute we tried, we discovered there were more waiting for us. HOW TO LOOK GOOD FOR SUMMER: smile more often. I hope the first time someone calls you fat, you shimmy your shoulders and wink and feel like a goddess and take it as a compliment. I hope you are not the new kid in a fifth-grade class, glasses on your nose and your hair in tangles. I hope nobody ever touched your tummy and asked if you were embarrassed by the way it jiggles. I hope if you ever hear those words, you reach out your beautiful fingers and touch the temple of the person talking and ask, “Are you embarrassed your brain works like that?” See, I have not gained weight since the eight grade and I’m twenty. I have had about four hundred people tell me I’m skinny but it’s only the two or three voices about the thickness of my thighs and the fat on my hips - these are the only voices that stick. Don’t give them that satisfaction. Take a bath. Stare at your reflection. Count the flecks beside your iris. Promise yourself you’re not going to ruin your life - you won’t let them win. Don’t let that moment cause ripples. Yank out the cruelty from your system. HOW TO HAVE BETTER SEX: stop faking it. Stop engineering your body to be a call-and-response of bruises and shots. I hope you are not fifteen the first time a boy kisses you hard. I hope you do not go home with a bloody mouth and spend the rest of your life thinking love is stained with iron. I hope you are not swallowing your sanity to be with somebody. I hope the first time you let someone touch you, they are someone worthy of your trust - I hope that nobody tries to force you into a label like “frigid” or “slut.” In the animal world, most males have bright plumage so they can attract mates. In humans, we expect ladies to look a certain way. When you break out of the norm, suddenly you’re rattling chains. How dare you not want sex and still look this way. Maybe people are scared of admitting your body has power - it can turn heads in a baggy sweatshirt. Your body doesn’t need a magazine’s confirmation. Your body’s been through hell and still keeps on living. Put on your heels and stalk down the sidewalk. Take off your makeup. Do what you need to feel awesome. HOW TO BE COMFORTABLE IN YOUR OWN SKIN: ignore everything they tell you. Don’t let them in.”

— Maybe one day I’ll make a list of every single terrible magazine I’ve read. I think I’m gonna start an advice column called “If it makes them money, it’s probably not good.” /// r.i.d

[yesterdaysprint]

The Huntington Herald, Huntington, Indiana, August 15, 1903

[ottertoad]

[notes-from-the-abyss]

I am a mosaic of everyone I have ever loved

Their heart beats resound in my soul

Each fiber of my being is a piece of them

the smell of lavender

My nana often left it out in her home

the taste of cinnamon scones

My first love gave me reason to try

I often find myself watching films

That those I longed for past and present

Showed me

They’re like a blanket

Doing and loving these things

Give me a taste of what used to be

And what never will

The temporary comfort is worth

The weeks of pain

[notes-from-the-abyss]

Winter was veiled in a gentle pink

The gentle grasp of her lips brushing over my hands

I am intoxicated by the feeling of her body against me

It falls upon me as snow graces the earth

Her breath came in small clouds

Floating up up up

Caressing the heavens —even the angels fell in love

The snow glows over the hills

As I imagine her thighs in the early morning

Cool sweet with raw beauty

Without saying a word I beg for her to be here again

Watching the clouds

Feeling the wind against my cheeks

Cold but I’m home

Because I know when the spring comes and the snow melts

She’ll be gone

An outline left in my sheets

A promise that is wasn’t me

And I will wait

[pianjeong]

come on brain yip yip

[turing-tested]

[zizibutik]

[dreamsequencer]

[hazy-october]

source

[coolxatu]

[volvereparcas]

Hot take though

my wife worked on an oil rig in Wyoming out of high school because there aren’t a lot of jobs that pay that well for someone without access to college. She was a driller and then a supervisor after the crew supervisor was killed during their shift. She saw multiple people die and loose limbs and she got pretty bad ptsd from watching a friend get decapitated by a chain that went loose and catching his head in her hands.

Shifts are often 20+ hours at a time with an 8-10 hour break between shifts for at least two weeks at a time and then a week off. Rigs are normally understaffed which make it worse and a lot of people on rigs turn to drug use just to be able to stay awake during their shifts. But it’s a job that pays a lot in rural and low income communities for people who don’t have a lot of options. A lot of people go in knowing they’ll maybe die but at least their families won’t have to work afterwards because of life insurance policies from the companies they work for.

I know this post was probably just meant as a joke post the whole thing with Joe Biden and fracking but like sometimes it shows that people who post these things don’t know a ton about what they’re talking about. It remains one of the most lethal jobs worldwide. Switching from oil/natural gas to sustainable energy sources will take time to transition and right now we have millions working in drilling with odds stacked against them. Republicans don’t care about oil workers’ lives because they can be used to make a profit and the left hates them because of a career they didn’t have a lot of choice in choosing.

The oil field is like the military where largely low income and marginalized individuals get preyed upon by an organization that doesn’t care if they live or die. Fracking and drilling being bad for the planet and needing an end and oil workers being worthy of concern because their lives are treated as disposable are two ideas that can coexist.