Othering

Fuck Terfs

[buddhacake]

Maybe, if I changed, things would be different--I have naively step foot into waters that hope to transform the material me. 

The self is extracted, dissolved, and mutated; becoming separated, and divinely unequal to the origin; falling apart, and scattered, like ash burnt up and out at sea. 

[capturingxreality]

[coral]

It kills me, I care for you so much and I mean nothing to you.

(via coral)

[perrfectly]

[coral]

I just did some calculations and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.

John Green, 

Looking for Alaska (via coral)

[hatin]

You used to be my world, now i got my own.

B.D (hatin)

[neckkiss]

via weheartit

[buddhacake]

All my shit is untitled because I don’t know how to make titles.

I am struggling with patience. It’s uneasy rush of hormones flooding through my body: nauseating, catastrophe mixed with ennui, the regard for relief but acceptance that it isn’t coming soon enough.

The moments I lack, they are but reveries, placating my fragile, open back; full of bruises, full of unsatisfied love, ripped from me like wood for a fire. 

I can’t spell out the words because specific words escape me too often, but I am satisfied in explanation, rather than more mechanic, and default language. 

[haleyincarnate]

Quote from the video game Finding Paradise

[buddhacake]

Been breaking

Been played

Been sinking

Been read

Been chasing

Been said

It’s all the same

It’s all the same

[wordsnquotes]

“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”

— Josephine Hart, Damage

[jahrary]

[buddhacake]

Studying

I’m existing in a realm where I empty my vessel to please the self that needs validation.

I upload content to satisfy the inherent need to co-create, collaborate, communicate and captivate through quality engagement.

I respect the rights of those who see things different than I.

I submit myself wholly to the revolution of literature, it’s impact on society, and its ability to summarize and encapsulate the beauty and dangers of society.

I challenge myself every day to reflect on the tools, toils, tactics, and tenets to which I owe my practice’s philosophies.

I celebrate diversity, in all of its essence, and understand the difficulties of those that have been taken by oppressive forces, and unwillingly chained to the rise of supremacy through systematic enterprises of archaic thought.

My ramblings of a prospective teacher

[buddhacake]

Pressure

I find that I consolidate information better when I’m under stress.

My body is (has been) used to being under pressure. Challenges of all degree have integrated into one large worry.

I have found that I exist in a realm of understanding where my mental illness has become comfortable and I grow timid because of it. It’s easier to hide then it is to fight but... I am still delicate

[buddhacake]

I’m better off—

Resisting,

Drifting

Sifting

Through the pebbles

Instead of the boulders

Which train my resilience

And alter my presence

In a world in charge of deciding

Worth.

Somewhere,

Somehow

I will remain true

In a world where you are made up of the atoms

Of cultural phenom

And the revolution of love

Which cuts up the wound

To let it heal

And settle in silent reflection

Creating ripples where rips once were

[rrenadd]

Do you ever wonder if you’ve ever been that random person that someone saw and couldn’t forget?

[horrifying]